"You, you, your car, car, car!"
Xia Wan'an put on a look of sudden realization, and with that, she sprinted towards the shattered car window. As she stood gazing into the empty back seat, mustering up the sentiment of losing something, she heard footsteps approaching.
She turned her head and saw Han Jingnian, who had come after her, also walking towards her with an unhappy expression.
Without time to foster her emotions further, she simply raised her hand, pointed inside the car, and in a voice like a schoolchild tattling, said, "My bag, my bag is gone..."
Han Jingnian followed her pale finger to the car's back seat.
