Liu Mang and the bus driver took turns driving, only stopping for meals and refueling; otherwise, the vehicle had never stopped.
An afternoon and most of the night had passed; Qingyun Mountain was not far away now, just two or three hundred kilometers left.
It was already deep into the night when Liu Mang, after driving for several hours, relinquished the wheel as the driver woke up to take over.
Liu Mang yawned and moved to the back, where he saw Hua Rui curled up asleep on a row of double seats, looking peaceful.
Then he looked at Sun Yan, who had taken over a row of five seats in the back.
Sun Yan was actually awake, and with a small hand, she reached out to him, pulling him towards her.
Sun Yan had used a bit too much force, and Liu Mang nearly fell over, but he steadied himself with a hand, keeping a small distance as he looked at this beautiful woman.
There were no streetlights on the highway at night, and not many vehicles either, just the moonlight.
