But soon, not just one lane, but three or four lanes of cars stopped, and the scene was silent.

Nobody blamed the front Porsche for parking in the middle of the road, waiting quietly for the children on the boards to arrive safely across the sidewalk.

Finally, the Porsche drove off, headed for another avenue, and soon disappeared into the public eye.

Ye Nianmo holds the steering wheel with one hand, touches his chin with the other hand, and scratches the skin with the edges of his wedding ring on his finger.

How long has it been since he thought of the poor child? Since Ding Yiyi's accident, his mind...