Even though the race isn't over yet, at least everyone doesn't have to worry about driving along and suddenly getting shelled.
Compared to that, the heat of the day and the bitter cold at night are child's play.
An Ning had just a bit of a complaint about this...
"It's so hot."
They had just set out half a day ago, and An Ning was lying on her chair, wilting under the sun, her face flushed, her mind hazy. "Ji Jue, what did you feed me?"
"?"
Ji Jue turned back with a blank expression while driving: "I don't know what I just gave you, but if you keep going this way, someone will soon have to eat a small mouse."
"Ugh, so annoying."
An Ning's eyes instantly welled up with tears: "Before, when you needed me, you called me darling and baby, did this and that to me, but now that I'm injured and useless, I become 'someone'..."
"..."
