We always dream of a wonderful rose garden on the horizon, instead of enjoying the roses that open in our windows today...

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Xia Yimo looked at the car coming towards him and forgot to respond. His pupils expanded suddenly.

"squeaky"

screeching brake sound in the hazy morning, Xia Yimo stared at the car in front of her eyes, she gasped at the windshield, because of the glass reflection, she could not see the people inside. Slowly bow, Xia Yimo has more surprise to see the distance between herself and the car, less than ten centimeters, as long as the other side hesitates for another second, she will be hit...