Leaving that village.
Qiao Yuxian sat in the back seat, eyes closed, curled up in the seat.
Yan Ting sat next to her, occasionally glancing at her.
Liu Zhou drove in the front, eyes fixed straight ahead into the pitch-black night. Even with the headlights on, he still felt the darkness was endless.
Silence and darkness seemed like a vortex, pulling them deeper and deeper.
Suddenly, Qiao Yuxian opened her eyes and knocked on the car window a few times.
Liu Zhou, as if his spirit returned to his body, suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Qiao Yuxian through the rearview mirror.
Yan Ting also quickly turned to her, "What's wrong?"
Qiao Yuxian raised her hand to cover her mouth and pointed outside.
Liu Zhou quickly braked and stopped the car.
Qiao Yuxian got out of the car immediately, ran to a tree, and leaned on it, dry heaving a few times.
Yan Ting followed closely, patting her back.
Liu Zhou grabbed a bottle of water from the car and came over as well.
