In the hospital bed, Wu Bai, a hundred years old, slowly opened his eyes. He stared at the ceiling above him, one by,He tried to recall it, but the memory seemed unbearable. The more he thought about it, the worse his headache became. He winced in pain and reached out to cover his forehead, which was bandaged.,On the road, Xia Mo felt cold on her face as she drove her Audi Q3 at high speed.。