Time passed swiftly inside the car, and in the blink of an eye, nearly an hour had gone by.
Lin Ruoxi opened her eyes, still drowsy. As her consciousness cleared, she suddenly felt herself leaning against Yang Chen's shoulder. There was a subtle feeling of peculiarity as the man beside her, who acted as her pillow without any movement, brought an unprecedented sense of tranquility and security.
She must be tired, she thought. How could such a absurd illusion arise?
Quietly, Lin Ruoxi moved her head away from Yang Chen's shoulder, gently touched her temple to ensure her hair wasn't disheveled, and then asked in a calm tone, "How long have I been asleep?"
"About five hours. The banquet has concluded," Yang Chen replied with a smile.
