On the road opposite the hospital, a black car slowly came to a stop in a parking spot. Sunlight shone through the car window, illuminating the hand resting on the steering wheel, a slender hand wearing a black glove.
In such weather, most people would be willing to enjoy some sunshine.
However, the driver wore a hat and mask, covering most of her face. Upon closer inspection, one could see her exposed skin: one half of her face was fair and tender, while the other side was rough and uneven like tree bark.
Not far away, a man in black jogged over, opened the car door, and sat in the passenger seat.
"How is it?" Qian Xueying asked.
