Okinawa Journey
Han Lu looked at Zhang Heng, seemingly waiting for his answer. However, Zhang Heng was looking at the road ahead as he reminded her, "The Buick on the right is about to change lanes."
"Oh."
At this stage, Tesla's autopilot was only Level 2, nowhere near as capable as advertised. It could still operate normally in relatively open areas, but in cities, especially those with severe traffic congestion, the owner needed to take over whenever the road conditions became even slightly complicated. Hearing this, Han Lu obediently switched back to manual mode.
"But don't you need a passport to go abroad? Mine is back in my hometown, and there's also the visa issue." Zhang Heng said. "I haven't packed any changes of clothes either. We can't leave today."
"Don't worry. I called Xiao Xia and had your grandfather mail over your passport. Someone is also handling the visa, so we just need to wait at the airport. As for clothes, that's even simpler—we can buy them when we get there," Han Lu said.
"..."
"It looks like I don't really have any reason to refuse. Thank you," Zhang Heng said politely.
"No, I'll feel much safer on vacation with you around. I don't want to go through several days of being unable to sleep ever again," Han Lu said, apparently still shaken by the experience.
The unknown was what frightened people most. Even an elite like Han Lu was helpless when faced with supernatural forces. Especially for someone like her, who had grown accustomed to having everything under control, that loss of control made her even more uneasy.
Han Lu could not help glancing again at Zhang Heng in the passenger seat. She did not know how people like Zhang Heng and Shen Xixi, who had always lived