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The enigmatic and distinguished Aston Martin sped along the highway. Gu Yelin quietly drove the car, while An Yiqing felt as if she could sense Gu Yelin's irritation, even though she didn't know what was bothering him. It seemed wisest not to talk.
A night of tumult had left An Yiqing somewhat exhausted. She leaned back against the comfortable seat and watched the rapidly receding lights outside the window, slowly closing her eyes. Gu Yelin felt the girl's breath beside him grow steady and knew she had fallen asleep. He considerately made the car ride even smoother, hoping to let the girl sleep more comfortably.
