The Rolls Royce drove very smoothly, almost at a constant speed.
But Shen Li's heart was racing. She had thought she had calmed down, but as soon as she set foot on the Huo Family's land, an oppressive feeling followed closely behind.
Her hand was still being held by Huo Siyu, but the originally warm hand had started to turn ice cold. And with it, Huo Siyu himself became cold.
His expression was very solemn, neither sad nor happy, almost devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
"Huo Siyu..."
Shen Li couldn't help but call his name. Seeing him like this, other than feeling heartache, she also had a sense of fear.
This Huo Siyu seemed like a walking corpse, even his thoughts seemed to have been devoured.
Huo Siyu turned his head to look at her, his pitch-black pupils seeming to become empty, just a vast expanse of black without a hint of color. His voice was very calm, so calm it was almost indifferent, "We are almost there."
