"Watch out!" At the critical moment, Asher Land, who had rushed over from behind, quickly grabbed her hand and pushed her into a safe area.
The piercing sound of brakes cut through the silent night sky, and Sophie Smith's entire body stiffened. Just a little more, just a little more and she would have been crushed under the wheels.
The driver stopped, rolled down the car window, and looked disdainfully.
"If you want to die, go ahead, don't drag others down with you!" The driver cursed Sophie Smith viciously and swiftly started the car and left.
Sophie Smith breathed a long sigh of relief from deep within; if it weren't for Asher Land pushing her...
She turned to look back, and Asher Land was standing behind her, expressionless.
His current expression was very cold, so cold that it made her shiver.
"Your hand..." Sophie Smith gasped, suddenly realizing that his hand had a ten-centimeter long cut due to friction with the car's side mirror, bleeding profusely.
