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North City.

On the round-the-city highway, a red sports car roared past.

All of a sudden, the car began to sway from side to side as if it were a drunk person. However, the speed of the car wasn't slowed. Only crazy car horns sounded.

However, before the surrounding cars could react to it, the car bumped against the traffic barriers hard and turned over into the nearby ditch...

Gabrielle Morton was thrown out of the car and fell on the ground heavily. At that moment, her mind was clear. She felt that there were many holes in her body. The blood and strength all over were flowing away...

So, that was how death felt.

But she didn't want to die. She still had a lot of things to do. She couldn't let her grandfather have the grief of saying goodbye to the deceased young.

"Little Gaby, hold on..." Being in a daze, she saw a person run towards her and carry her into the car, "Little Gaby, don't sleep..."

Feeling some tears on her face, Gabrielle smiled slowly, opened her mouth, and tried to say something. But she spat out a mouthful of blood and then lost consciousness.

Without knowing how long it had been, Gabrielle sat up abruptly and gasped for breath. It seemed that she still had the pain, but...

Looking around, she realized that she sat on the rural adobe Kang (a bed made of bricks), where there was a bamboo bed-mat for summer and a cotton blanket printed with some peonies. A white mosquito net was hung overhead. Beside her, some papercuts were pasted on the wooden windows. There was a brown wooden comb and a pink round mirror on the windowsill.

The sun slanted through the windows, which made her feel warm.

Gabrielle stretched out her hand and took up the round mirror from the windowsill. A very delicate small face, the arch eyebrows, and a pair of almond eyes appeared in the mirror with a lot of classical charms. She looked a little childish because she was young. Moreover, she looked pale from these days' misfortune.

The owner of this face was Joyce Cotton, who was seventeen years old. She had grown up in Cotton Village since she was little.