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Wen Qiao took a look at the calendar on her desk. June 24th was circled, which was the day after tomorrow, that —,Wen Qiao closed her eyes, trying hard to recall the news about Fu Nanli's car accident in her past life. Around what time did it happen Where was the accident,The taxi sped down the road, rain splattering across the windows. A Cantonese song played softly inside the car, but Wen Qiao was too anxious to enjoy it; she wished she could fly there herself.。