The backseat of the private car, or rather, the entire carriage, had fallen silent.
Huo Qiuran leaned against the car window, her expression somewhat dazed, her eyes closed, her tender red lips slightly moving, muttering something inaudible.
Xiao Jianming sat on the other side, glanced at Huo Qiuran, and couldn't help but sigh.
The recent events hung over Xiao Jianming like an unshakable gloom; he looked out the window, his thoughts drifting slowly.
Suddenly, Xiao Jianming's heart jolted, his face returning to its usual coldness, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked toward the driver.
Something was off!
This wasn't the way back!
"Stop the car," Xiao Jianming commanded the driver in an undeniable tone.
But the driver ignored him, continuing to drive straight ahead on his own.
The driver's strange behavior made Xiao Jianming fully realize that something was wrong; he slowly moved closer to Huo Qiuran, maintaining a distance that would allow him to pull her over at any moment.
