The control panel of the hovering car showed that there was still 1 hour and 12 minutes left on the journey from Lira to Oasis, and she felt she could challenge the record.
"His nose is much more sensitive than his ears, so take it as it comes."
Just as Song Lan's eyes were about to open, the hair slipped from his nostril, and the eyes that had almost opened were closed again.
That moment was nearing its limit; half a second later, and Song Lan would have awakened.
Lu Xiang waited another two seconds, then once again directed the hair toward Song Lan's ear.
"Nothingness" was not happy; his heart ached.
