She's dead.
January 1st.
Her birthday, unexpectedly, also became her anniversary.
Wen Tam stupidly stood in the middle of the road, seeing with his own eyes the accident scene and the entire accident handling process, the two sides of the road were crammed with crowds watching.
She had never dreamed that her life would be so short, and death would come so suddenly. At the age of 18, life has just begun, and in an instant, it's over.
But if so, life is probably very perfect, at least from the point of view of accounting science, it is very complete, compared to dying on another day will make people much more impressive.
Wen Tam consoled himself like that, staring blankly at the bloody body being carried into the ambulance by rescue workers wearing white robes. No one saw her, no one touched her, no one heard her speak, she was like a stream of air, piercing the body of many people. Now what to do?
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