Dennis and Emily really had walked a long road together.
The former had no objections to Fu Qian's question.
At his direction, the black car drove steadily outward until they left the city.
The increasingly monotonous, lonely scenery almost made you wonder if a "slacking off" reminder might pop up at any moment.
Fu Qian, however, clearly had no intention of turning back. Even Dennis himself couldn't remember the way very well and had to keep taking detours to figure it out.
Still, during the trip, Dennis seemed a little more lively. When they once again neared what he imagined to be their destination, he even looked slightly nervous.
"What are you looking forward to?"
Fu Qian had naturally noticed the change.
"What do you mean, what am I looking forward to..."
The light in Dennis's eyes almost instantly dimmed.
"People who aren't looking forward to anything don't get nervous."
Fu Qian's tone didn't change. Meanwhile, his gaze had already settled on a conspicuous patch of white.
Uh...
Perhaps Dennis had been about to argue, but the next moment he clearly noticed it too, and his breathing suddenly caught.
How to put it? It must have been there for quite a while, because the white paint really wasn't looking too good.
Fu Qian naturally didn't give Dennis time to prepare himself. Before long, the car had come to a smooth stop.
And there, nestled in the roadside ditch and pressed up against a tree, was indeed an old white car.
"Did you drive it?"
Fu Qian glanced at Dennis.
"I did..."
The car was already covered in leaves, and it was facing away from them, making it difficult to see inside.
Dennis didn't seem to dare take a good look, either.
"This tree must be very old."
Fu Qian