On the other side.
Yan Huan drove the Stonewall Falcon racing across the sky of Golden Hour, smashing through numerous floating decorations along the way.
Firefly was tied into the passenger seat, trembling. "Um... this doesn't seem to be a designated lane."
"Huh? There are lanes for driving in the sky?"
Yan Huan looked bewildered.
"Isn't it just that wherever I want to drive, I drive?"
"No... even for a Stonewall Falcon floating in the air, there are traffic rules."
Firefly braved the roaring wind rushing past the top of the vehicle, speaking with difficulty.
"And... you shouldn't drive this high. There are regulations for the altitude of sportscar suspension."
"You, you actually could have chosen autopilot..."
"No way." Yan Huan placed both hands on the steering wheel, looking completely nonchalant.
"How is that any different from taking a taxi?"
The Stonewall Falcon they rode in was like a steel beast, smashing through several neon shop signs built mid-air along the way.
Watching this wild driving style, Firefly asked weakly, "Um... have you ever actually driven before?"
"Driven something similar."
Yan Huan smiled slightly.
"But don't worry, my driving skills are still pretty good!"
Seeing Yan Huan step harder on the accelerator, Firefly grew even more terrified, their heads narrowly brushing past floating air decorations on multiple occasions.
"I, I don't feel very well... Can we drive a bit lower and slower, please..." Firefly pleaded.
"Huh? Are you carsick?" Yan Huan looked at Firefly.
"Mm, yes... I get carsick," Firefly replied.
"Impossible, nobody has ever said they got carsick when I drive!" Yan Huan said righteously.
"You must be on your period, too embarrassed to say so, and that's why you're using this lame excuse to brush me off!"
"..." Firefly took a deep breath and nodded fiercely.
"Yes, yes..."