Two cars traveled one ahead of the other, neither too fast nor too slow.
The lead car had its hazard lights on in the rain, guiding the car behind through the hazy rain curtain.
Gu Xingjian's face reflected in the mist-obscured window, somewhat blurred, yet the habitual slight upturn at the corners of his mouth was still visible.
Ji Li sat alone in the back seat, coldly staring at that face through the rearview mirror, his gaze carrying an unfathomable chill.
The world in his eyes had always differed from that of ordinary people.
The Third Personality was already gone. No one analyzed his mental state anymore, nor could anyone see the world through his eyes.
Tong En, A Jing, and even the female voice had all left. At last, there was a little temporary quiet at his side.
Yet this arrangement of riding one car behind another seemed to be a kind of innate mental contamination for Ji Li.
From his perspective, Gu Xingjian's face was once again exactly the same as when they had ridden in the taxi before. That face was clearly still Bai Huaiguang's, severe albinism and all.
Gu Xingjian was practically all smiles. During this time, he had planned many things and laid out the road ahead. Everything was now proceeding in an orderly fashion.
The next thing to be done would soon have an outcome.
For someone like him, there had even been nights when thinking of these matters had left him so exhilarated that he could not sleep.
As a result, even when awake, his thoughts often drifted, leaving him unable to concentrate fully.
Just like now. Only after driving for quite a while did he remember that Ji Li was sitting behind him. He glanced up, only to see the other man