Perhaps it was too cold, Mo Shangjun's perception of time was a bit muddled. She only knew the car traveled a long way, passing many buildings, training equipment, and patrolling warriors, as the surrounding buildings grew denser.
Yet, she had no precise sense of time.
As they were about to reach the destination, Mo Shangjun suddenly drew her gaze back from outside, fixing it on Ya Tianxing driving ahead.
She sat behind the front passenger seat, from this angle she could see Ya Tianxing's profile.
