The sedan crashed into the large truck ahead, its front end instantly completely deformed, finally wedged underneath the truck. Nearby vehicles all stopped urgently, and surrounding people shouted, "There's been an accident!
"Can the people in the car still be alive?"
"God, in this state, how can anyone survive!"
Meanwhile, on the hillside, the little guy who had been discarded like an old rag doll was slowly opening his eyes, struggling to stand up almost instinctively, then painfully raising his hand to touch his face, only to find it covered in blood.
The little guy turned his head in confusion, not crying or making a fuss, but with a dazed expression, and then stumbled towards the other side of the slope…
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Francine was at the airport, constantly checking the time, watching it get closer and closer to boarding time. Yet, her parents hadn't arrived, and there was no response when she called them.
