On the sparsely populated road, not even the shadow of a taxi could be seen, the darkness all around was bleak and desolate.
Gu Nanqiao fumbled for her phone in a panic and called Fu Lingfeng.
But after the call went through, the response awaiting her wasn't his answer, but that gentle yet mechanical voice, "I'm sorry, the number you have dialed is switched off..."
Whenever she needed him, he was never there.
Clutching her phone, Gu Nanqiao felt all her strength nearly drained, even breathing had become difficult, and her legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, painful and numb.
Behind her, suddenly, headlights flashed on followed by the screeching sound of tires skidding across the pavement, as if the vehicle had hit something, and then, the frantic footsteps finally stopped.
After catching her breath, Gu Nanqiao turned to look, seeing the woman had ceased running, apparently hit by the car, and was lying next to it, gasping as well.