As dusk fell, a round moon hung high above the treetops, shimmering through the thin layer of clouds like a babbling brook pouring over the earth.
The mountains on either side of the road were hazy, and from time to time, the cries of monkeys could be heard, eliciting awe at nature's supernatural craftsmanship.
At that moment, a motorcycle shot along the highway like an arrow released from its bow.
Xin Xiaowan's eyes, clear as water, were fixated on the burly man in front of her.
The scene just now had been thrilling and exciting, comparable to a Hollywood blockbuster!
She blinked and asked curiously, "Wang Hao, you used to be a race car driver, right?"
Wang Hao shook his head and replied casually, "No!"
Xin Xiaowan half-doubted and inquired, "If you're not a race car driver, how can your driving skills be so dazzling?"
Wang Hao replied wistfully, "I've skirted the edge of life and death a few times, as long as you're still alive, the driving skills are always this dazzling!"
