He's dead.
Liu Zheng is dead.
The person who should have died was her. Liu Zheng had no need to rush over and push her away. She was able-bodied, perhaps capable of dodging; he, confined to a wheelchair, slow in his movements, how could he possibly dodge a car?
Why did he suddenly rush over?
So unhesitatingly, so decisively, for what?
You hated me, didn't you? You despised me, didn't you?
Liu Zheng, Liu Zheng...
In that instant, Xu Ai collapsed, her hands gripping his desperately; it was actually the first time she had held Liu Zheng's hand so tightly, her heart feeling hollow.
Liu Zheng said, "I've lived with hatred for you for over six years, and you've forgotten?"
