The entire street of Ten Miles of Red Drunk was sealed off, but the intersections with other roads were still passable.
Mo Nianchen stared at the rearview mirror until she disappeared from his sight. He frowned deeply. Everything here was too familiar.
There seemed to be countless images flashing in his mind, but he could not grasp any of them. Every image was so blurry, but thousands of images poured into his mind like crazy. It was very oppressive, very uncomfortable, and even suffocating.
Mo Nianchen tried to push away the mist to see the real scene. However, every time he tried to find out, he would feel a splitting headache. It was the same this time.
"Chen Chen, what's wrong with you? Did you see anything?" When Wu Xia saw him, she rolled down the window and looked behind, but she didn't see anything.
When he heard Wu Xia's voice, he frowned and shook his head without looking at her." I'm fine.""
"You don't look very good. Why don't we go back tomorrow?"
