C265 There is still a hindhand

The fog had long since dissipated, but the wedding dress was wearing sunglasses and the veil was pulled almost in a straight line by the rushing wind.

I ran three red lights in a row. If it wasn't for the fact that Uncle De had personally taught me how to drive during these three years, I think I would have stopped running at this speed long ago.

There was still a lot of cursing behind my ears