When the car stopped, it stirred up dust, and the surroundings erupted with cheering sounds, lively and extraordinary. However, when Tang Yan turned his head to look at Jin Mo, she sat there pale-faced, her dispirited appearance tugging at his heartstrings.
Seeing Song Qi coming to greet them, Tang Yan did not hurry to get out of the car but instead turned the vehicle towards a corner. Everyone understood at a glance what was going on.
This was their chance to foster a deeper connection, and they didn't need the others to disturb them like light bulbs.
Tang Yan unfastened his seat belt and leaned closer, asking softly, "If you're scared, just tell me. Why are you still holding on?"
Jin Mo's gaze was deep as she looked at him, as if piercing through him to the far distance.
Utilizing the car's headlights, Tang Yan also stared at Jin Mo's face, pale as a porcelain doll, yet stubbornly persistent in her expression.
