"How much longer until we arrive?" James Black's voice carried a hint of urgency; Jane Sampson had clearly fainted.
Just now, she must have been holding on with all her strength, so her consciousness wasn't clear, but she'd kept a sliver of lucidity, yet now, judging from the limpness of her limbs, James Black was certain Jane had passed out.
Poor her, she was so delicate, yet outlasted everyone.
"20 minutes," the driver replied.
To James Black, even two minutes seemed too slow. He held Jane tightly in one arm, at the same time, gently caressing the top of her head with his other hand, as if to soothe her, even though she had fainted.
He knew she couldn't feel it, but he felt that somehow, it might give her a greater sense of security.
The nights in the northwest were fleeting; it only got dark at eight or nine o'clock. However, by nine in the morning, there was already a blazing sun.
