"Yes?" The man cocked his brow when he overheard her inaudible muttering. "What is it?"
"A woman is running after our car!" she explained. "How strange. I don't know whether she's misidentified us or something."
He followed her gaze and looked at the rearview mirror, too.
However, the woman was already nowhere in sight by then.
"There's no one behind us."
"It couldn't be, right? I just saw her chasing after us." She looked at the rearview mirror again, and strangely enough, the woman was truly not there anymore.
"Maybe she wasn't chasing after us."
After saying that, she gently rested her head on his shoulder.
The car sped away thereafter.
…
"Miss, are you okay?"
On the road, the brown-haired woman crouched on the ground, biting her lower lip in vexation, as she watched the back of the car speed away. She hit the ground angrily.
