Huo Jingting clasped one of her small hands tightly in his palm, gently caressing it with a light force.
He was very quiet, eerily quiet, as if he was about to fall asleep and never wake up again.
The smell of blood inside the car was strong, reminding Nanqiao of the horrific scene of Rong Zheng she had witnessed in the rest area.
A sudden wave of nausea hit her stomach, causing severe discomfort, and she unconsciously gripped his hand tighter.
Massive dark clouds gathered, ominously looming overhead.
Xu Shuo controlled the steering wheel with one hand and loosened the collar of his shirt with the other, "The weather in the desert really is unpredictable, it looks like a storm is coming."
He kept his eyes glued to the car's navigation, not daring to slacken even slightly, fearing he might get lost.
The desert was so vast and boundless that getting lost would probably mean a certain death.
The only option was to leave as quickly as possible, to get out of there.
