She suddenly flipped over and moved from the back of the car into the driver's seat, her hand gripping the car key so tight that the veins bulged.
The moment the engine started, the rumbling sound exploded beside her ear.
The car immediately surged forward, pulling up silent clouds of yellow dust.
"Yao Qing!!"
The low roar of a man came from behind, but Yao Qing could no longer distinguish whose it was.
The whites of her eyes began to redden, she couldn't see clearly ahead, yet felt an unprovoked sense of recklessness and surging blood.
Her blood boiled to a climax, then suddenly plummeted rapidly.
To go back or not?
Go back?
Simply leave?
Yao Qing abruptly turned the steering wheel at the unseen road ahead, her ears filled with the grating sound of the tires on the pavement, and the whirling dust and stones in front of her.
