When reacting from the accident, Hazel smelled a suffocating **** smell.
She saw that middle-aged man fell to her feet with his **** forehead, and in front of her was Xu Yu who was supposed to have returned to school.
The customers in the store screamed and dodged, and the waiters rushed to surround them, making the room noisy.
Hazel’s ears were buzzing, and it took a long time to understand the situation-the drunk had just been pulling her hair and holding on to it, it was Dylan who suddenly appeared, and a wine bottle smashed down his head.
She was dizzy by the pool of blood at her feet, supported the wall with one hand, and pointed tremblingly at the man lying motionless on the ground. The words in her mouth floated out: “Is he dead?”
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