The piercing cold awoke Li Chengyi from his slumber.
Groggily struggling from his dreams, he opened his eyes.
He was still inside the car.
The taxi continued to move forward slowly, its speed was very slow.
But the female driver had disappeared, and the electronic screen by the steering wheel displayed the words "automatic driving."
"Where is she?"
Li Chengyi rubbed his somewhat painful temples, feeling like he might have caught a cold.
Having been overly tense for some time and without any proper rest, even his body, enhanced by the Floral Dress, began showing signs of poor health.
Now he had a slight headache, and his throat felt itchy and dry, clearly a precursor for a cold.
"Where is this?" Li Chengyi looked left and right outside the car window, noticing only darkness outside.
Only the car headlights cast two trails on the white road ahead.
The side windows revealed nothing but pitch-black darkness.
