Ji Xinghang, hearing Xia Mian say this, always felt that there was something problematic about the other party.
He asked, "How did you end up hitting someone? Was it your fault or hers?"
Xia Mian replied, "My fault."
"At a certain intersection, I suddenly felt a bit dizzy and lightheaded, and then I failed to notice the red light."
"Then I hit the girl who was crossing the street, and by the time I came to my senses, she was already lying unconscious on the ground."
If it weren't for Ji Xinghang calling him, Xia Mian would have thought it was just a coincidence, but now he also felt something was amiss.
He said, "I suddenly got dizzy and lightheaded, and I wonder if, like you, someone had tampered with something."
Mainly because the dizziness came too inexplicably, he had never suffered from such an issue before.
Last night, because Ji Xinghang was feeling unwell and left early, he didn't drink much, and he felt quite spirited when he got up this morning.
