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Seeing this, Ya Tianxing felt an unnamed anger rise from nowhere.
"Drive."
Mo Shangjun lazily spoke and sat back down, meeting Ya Tianxing's gaze.
Ya Tianxing's eyes hardened, but their color shifted from gloomy to calm.
A moment later, he looked away, turning back.
"Let's get one thing straight," Ya Tianxing methodically adjusted his sleeves, his eyes hidden in the shadows, his words slow and weighted, "I'm not one to retrace my steps."
Mo Shangjun lifted her eyes, her gaze sweeping across the space between them and straight ahead.
The car stopped at the corner, where no road could be seen, only a cliff leading downwards. A few strands of weeds sprouted from the cracks in the rocks, and farther away were continuous mountain peaks, trees overlapping, their outlines visible but not their colors, obscured by darkness.
