"Rumble—" The roar of the engine sounded, and the dashboard lit up with dazzling animations, illuminating Lingling's delicate face.
The car slowly started, driving onto the city's main road, heading south.
Though Lingling was a bit nervous, her handling was fairly steady.
The night was as dark as ink, with streetlights casting a soft glow that reflected fragmented light on the glacier white car body, like scattered starlight.
After a while, the Bentley Continental slowly drove out of Yan City's South Second Ring.
The lights and high-rise buildings outside the car window gradually became sparse.
The road grew wider and the traffic less frequent.
Lingling's heartbeat gradually steadied, replaced by an indescribable excitement.
"Hold tight, I'm going to speed up a little!" Lingling shouted, lightly pressing the accelerator.
The low growl of the engine penetrated the soundproofing into the car, carrying a powerful force that made one's heart race.
