When Duan Zhuangyu woke up again, it was already the next morning. She cried and kicked up a fuss, and even cursed the motorbike driver who had hit her: "Mom, where's the guy who hit me? This can't just be brushed aside. He's the one who killed my baby."
Actually, when she got to the mouth of the alley, she'd heard the sound of the motorbike. She'd thought the road outside was wide enough that even if she suddenly rushed out, there'd still be enough space for the bike to swerve around her. It was just that she'd been blinded by rage at the time and misjudged the situation.
The motorbike had turned in from the main road outside, and there was even a tricycle parked by the roadside. If the rider hadn't reacted fast enough, whether she'd still be alive now would be a toss-up.
