"Yasmine, were you in pain and scared at that time?"
Looking at Lily's seemingly concerned face, I was back on that dreadful night.
Before our May Day trip, Lily complained of boredom and wanted to join us.
Packing last minute, she left late and got stuck in traffic.
As night fell on the country road, visibility was poor, so I asked Chandler to drive slower.
But Lily, in the passenger seat, kept urging him to go faster due to a stomachache.
The accident happened instantly. My head was hit repeatedly, leaving me dazed with searing pain in my thigh.
I called out "Chandler".
But he ignored me, hurriedly picking up Lily and disappearing into the darkness.
My thigh was stuck in the car door. Despite agonizing attempts to free myself, I failed.
The front caught fire. In that moment, I felt utter despair, thinking I would die.
Fortunately, a kind passerby rescued me just before the car exploded.
I came to my senses and nodded calmly.
"Yeah, I was very scared. Without those kind people, I would've died minutes later."
"Yasmine, I don't know..."
Chandler showed rare guilt, wanting to comfort me.
But before he could take a step, Lily grabbed him.