The scene was one of unmatched tragedy.
Another story of happiness shadowed by illness and the lack of money for treatment...
Liu Zhizhong felt entirely numb, his heart aching with pain.
And that pitiful young girl, with disheveled hair, tears soaking the strands plastered across her pale, paper-like face.
It was clear that she was too thin, too frail, her dark eyes devoid of light, filled only with despair and desolation.
Her mother, holding her, could no longer speak through her tears.
The heartbroken young girl soon fainted and slumped over onto her mother through the barrier of the Elantra's cockpit.
The female driver felt a weight on her and shook her head, supporting her daughter, trying to lay her back in the passenger seat.
Liu Zhizhong couldn't bear it any longer because he had recognized the female driver!
Especially that striking little red mole right in the middle at the base of her neck!
