Su Lan wasn't sure either.
However, having lived for decades, she was steadier than a greenhorn like Ding Hui. She took a deep breath and slowly crept toward the car. "Don't be afraid. Let’s go take a look."
Su Lan and her son, Ding Hui, supported each other as they approached the vehicle. In the pitch-black night, the sound of birds calling from nearby made Ding Hui’s legs turn to jelly; he nearly collapsed, his back already soaked with cold sweat.
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