"Fasten your seatbelt! Sit tight—" The man commanded in a low voice, swerving the steering wheel left and right. The convertible Bentley car, like a wild horse that had broken free, darted into the endless stream of traffic and completely left the well-organized wedding procession behind.
At this moment, Zhan Se finally understood a bit of what it meant to 'steal the sky and change the sun.'
Was he simply changing the wedding car? Was he avoiding something?
Without time to consider too much, as the man drove in increasingly evasive maneuvers, she carefully fastened her seatbelt. Her bridal dress, with its deliciously swaying driving technique, fluttered in the high-speed breeze, almost ready to fly off.
