What did it mean to fly?
Fang Xiaoxia's breathing came fast. The sensation of the car dropping made every second seem to flash by in an instant, as though she would be smashed to shattered bones with her next blink. She was almost unable to think.
Elder Brother, does this car have a maglev function too?
Yet Bai Zhou's next command came right after: "Get out."
"Ah? What?" Fang Xiaoxia gaped, thinking she had misheard. "Here?"
"Jump!"
Bai Zhou said, with raging wind and torrential rain behind him, the gale whipping up the hem of his clothes.
"Open the door and jump!"
Without even looking at the steering wheel or the frozen speedometer beside him, Bai Zhou knew that neither the gas pedal nor the handbrake meant anything now. Gravity and inertia were dragging this Maserati "flying" in mid-air swiftly downward.
After all, it was not a real swan. Even a real swan would be doomed to smash to shattered bones from this height.
"Don't worry. I'll catch you!" Bai Zhou said again.
The night was too dark. There were no stars in the sky.
Yet Bai Zhou's eyes, fixed on the Maiden, shone even brighter than stars. "You jump, and I'll jump after you!"
"—" Fang Xiaoxia felt that Bai Zhou really had been driven mad by the shock.
But suddenly, she wanted to go mad with Bai Zhou.
The world had already gone this crazy. Three-meter-tall black monsters and grotesque babies with enormous mouths had come to catch her; on an elevated bridge in the rainy night, a Maserati raced at gale speed. If all this absurdity was just a dream—
Then let this final leap be the ending before she woke up.
So she said, "Okay!"
Then she really pushed open the car door.
A gale rushed