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When the ambulance arrived, Tong Le watched as the medical personnel lifted the injured driver. The scene was still chaotic, with the burning car occasionally erupting in explosions. Fire trucks and police cars were engaged in firefighting and crowd control. Tong Le stood dazed by the roadside, her appearance disheveled and covered in dirt.
She didn’t follow the ambulance to the hospital; instead, she avoided the crowd and quietly picked up her bag along with the roasted sweet potato she had thrown away earlier, making her way back to her neighborhood.
Even now, she felt numb. It wasn’t until she entered the quiet of her community that the reality of what had just happened began to sink in. She turned back to look at the flickering flames that still burned, a wave of fear washed over her, and her legs grew weak. Only then did she realize how dangerous the situation had been.
But thankfully, the driver had survived. However, she couldn’t help but wonder if the speeding truck would be caught by the police.
Upon entering her home, Tong Le was still unaware of how disheveled she looked. Zhang Huizhi emerged from the bedroom and, upon seeing Tong Le, mistook her for a homeless beggar who had barged in. Grabbing a mop leaning against the wall, she prepared to strike Tong Le.
“Why are you doing this?!” Tong Le shouted.
Recognizing Tong Le’s voice, Zhang Huizhi dropped the mop on the floor and scolded her, “Did you fall into a cesspit? My goodness, look at how dirty you are! What on earth have you been doing? You’re becoming more reckless by the day!”
Tong Le changed her shoes and went inside, walking over to the mirror. She almost laughed at her reflection; her face was blackened, her legs were dirty, her hair nearly singed, and her beautiful dress was soaked in blood. Her injured arm was a gruesome sight—one cut half scabbed over while the other half oozed blood.
It was only then that she felt pain. She grimaced and shouted, “Ah! It hurts! It hurts so much!”
Zhang Huizhi continued to rant beside her, “You’ve gone completely mad! What were you thinking?”
Before long, Ke Wenjie returned home. Upon seeing Tong Le in such a state, his expression turned grim. Instead of showing concern or sympathy, his first reaction was to question what had happened to make her look so wretched.
Tong Le felt a chill run through her as she casually deflected his inquiries with a vague excuse about helping someone on her way home, offering no further explanation.
In the bathroom, as she tended to her wounds, Ke Wenjie handed her disinfectant tools with an expression of disgust while lecturing her incessantly about being reckless and seeking trouble. He questioned why she would put herself in danger and scare their family like this.
Ke Wenjie loved to play the role of a teacher; he stood at the bathroom door giving Tong Le a lecture about maturity and responsibility. He warned her that if she acted recklessly again in an attempt to save someone, she should not expect to come home afterward.
As Tong Le bandaged her arm, she tuned out Ke Wenjie’s complaints. She couldn’t help but wonder what Zong Zeyu would say if he were standing behind her at that moment. Surely he wouldn’t scold her; she imagined he would help bandage her wounds instead.
After finishing with her injuries, Tong Le suddenly realized something was missing from her right wrist. Looking closely, she discovered that the red woven bracelet that had been there for so long was gone! It was a keepsake from her mother and served as a protective charm—where could it have gone?
Without hesitation, Tong Le dashed out of the house. Ke Wenjie yelled after her angrily, “What are you doing running off at this hour? Do you even care about me or this family?”
Tong Le didn’t respond; she rushed into the elevator and headed downstairs.
Ke Wenjie stood at the door fuming silently. He had just dealt with a frustrating situation at Lan Qingqing's place and now had to endure Tong Le's antics as well.
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