Her eyes gradually moved to Ding Yiyi's back, and her mind was a picture of Ding Yiyi being hit by a car. The ghost made her reach out her hands slowly.

It's nearer and nearer. As long as her hands are pressed on her shoulders and pushed gently, she will immediately fall back into the traffic. A car will crush past her. Maybe more than one car will crush you under the wheel.

Excited! Tension nourished her crazy thoughts. When she saw that her hand was only a few centimeters away from her shoulder, suddenly the crowd was agitated.

The light was green and pedestrians hurried across the street. Ding...