"Is that so?"
Was it a dream?
Long Qi shuddered involuntarily, his mind clearing a little more. Just then, a beam of light pierced the dim cabin. It reminded him of the spotlight in his dream, and he instinctively turned to follow its path, only to see the brilliant headlights of the vehicle behind them.
Under the night lights, the rain fell in threads and nets, shifting and swaying with the currents of air through the mountains, as if it might stick to him at any moment.
Long Qi actually did not dare look too closely. He turned back and sat upright, pressing a hand to his forehead. It was drenched in sweat, clammy and cold. He scrubbed at it a couple of times, then asked:
"Where are we?"
"We should be close to the next Supply Point."
Zhao Xi answered lazily. At some point, he had moved to the back seat, leaving Liu Fengming to drive while he focused on controlling the drone, doing his best to identify the mountain road conditions in the darkness.
The seating in the back had changed as well. Lao Yao was on the far left, Zhao Xi sat in the middle, and Long Qi was beside him.
That only deepened Long Qi's sense that his memories were scrambled.
He blanked out again. "That fast?"
"Got lucky. A convoy must have passed through ahead of us. There were traces of Heavy Load Platform activity on two sections of the road, which happened to compact the ground a bit. We made a reckless push and got through. Yet you still didn't wake up."
Zhao Xi raised the drone higher to make sure it would not suddenly crash, then turned back and seriously teased Long Qi.
"Say, when did you transition into a sleep-aid streamer? Your