The driver’s phone flash—*his son’s face*—then the screech. Cut to the street: chaos, a white shirt stained red, Tian Na frozen mid-scream. Irony? The man who ran *toward* her became the one who fell *for* her. God's Gift: Father's Love twists fate like a knife. You think it’s about love—until the pavement hits. 😶‍🌫️