As I listened to the busy tone coming from the other end of the phone, I fell into despair.
The SUV stopped to the side, and after a long time, the person in the car got out.
In the last moment before my consciousness faded, I heard a trembling voice calling on the phone.
"I hit someone, and I don't know if she's dead or not. What should I do?
"Are you sure that if I kill her, I will bear less responsibility?"
Then he started the car and ran over my body again.
When I opened my eyes again, I had turned into a soul floating in the air.
Before I could take a last look at my bloody corpse, a gust of wind blew me to Ethan's side.
Ethan and Sandy were sitting on a bench in the emergency waiting area.
Sandy looked weak and leaned on Ethan's shoulder, her face full of sweetness and happiness.
At this time, Ethan's phone rang.
It was his mother Jenny.
"Yolanda didn't come home to celebrate your birthday?
"I think she is mad at me on purpose. I am accompanying Sandy to the hospital. Yolanda is so mean."
After hanging up the phone, Ethan still seemed a little angry, with a gloomy face.