Jiang Xinyue shook her head gently, buckling Mo Yuzhen's seatbelt like she was handling something precious. "No need. I can handle it from here. Thank you, Brother Han."
She closed the car door and got in the car. The engine hummed to life. The engine roared softly, headlights cutting through the darkness as the car pulled away into the night.
Han Qi watched the taillights disappear.
"We're dead," Jiang Rui muttered flatly.
"Brother Mo… please don't murder us tomorrow," Du Zhen muttered.
Han Qi ran a hand through his hair helplessly. "Let's just hope nothing happens tonight. Otherwise, let's prepare our coffins."
Inside the car, the world outside blurred into streaks of light and shadow, but Jiang Xinyue barely noticed. Her fingers tightened around the steering wheel, a gentle smile blooming on her lips as she kept stealing glances at the rear-view mirror.
There he was.
In her space.
In her car.
Finally, it was just the two of them.
