You raced an ambulance?!

That day, because the ambulance driver suddenly fell ill, Feng Miwan temporarily took over. She utilized her racing skills to speed along in the ambulance, and the people on board exclaimed, “Are you flying a plane?”

Upon arriving at the hospital, she turned and called her good friend Zhao Shutong.

Zhao Shutong: “Where have you been?”

Feng Miwan: “I went racing.”

Zhao Shutong: “Your car is still parked perfectly fine here! What did you race with? A shared bike?”

Feng Miwan: “Haha, not a bike—an ambulance.”

Zhao Shutong: “…What car? An ambulance?! You raced an ambulance???”

Xiong Yibai recalled her first meeting with Feng Miwan.

Feng Miwan: “By the way, white-clothed angel, my name is Feng Miwan. The Feng from ‘seal,’ the Mi from ‘diffuse,’ and the Wan from ‘night.'”

Xiong Yibai: “Feng Mi…Wan?”

The words “Honey” flashed through her mind—little Bear just couldn’t resist such sweetness.

She praised with intention:

“Mm, nice name.”

Fate was never a scripted play.