The woman's face was hidden, but her overall demeanor was cold and otherworldly, like an ethereal phantom, teasingly stirring restlessness in one's heart.
The driver's fingers tapped incessantly on the steering wheel, his heart itching with suppressed impulses.
Luo Qian felt uneasy and instinctively moved closer to Shen You'an.
This driver was acting seriously strange.
In the dead of night, it was all too dangerous.
Luo Qian's gaze turned vigilant.
Shen You'an seemed completely unaware, casually playing with her phone as if distracted and indifferent.
In the quiet confines of the car, a sudden "ding" echoed—the sound of an old-fashioned email alert.
Luo Qian instinctively turned his head to look at Shen You'an.
Shen You'an opened her phone and checked the email.
Through the car window, neon lights flickered and streaked by, the profile of the girl's face beneath her mask blurred and dreamlike, unreal to the point of seeming surreal.
