The traffic jam caused by heavy snow blocking the highway made the news that very night. Rescue crews arrived in time, but the wind and snow were too fierce. It was not until four in the morning that they heard the gradual sound of vehicles starting up.
Lu Jiatang opened his eyes in the dimness. Fang Jin was awake too, but the moment he moved, Lu Jiatang pressed his hand down and tucked it back beneath the warm blanket. "Sleep in the back. The road should be clear now." With that, he quickly opened the door and got out. The biting north wind woke him at once. Looking up, he saw headlights inching forward through the night.
Lu Jiatang returned to the driver's seat.
Fang Jin drowsily opened his eyes and caught sight of the man's hand on the steering wheel—long-fingered and beautiful. It reminded him that there had once been a string of Buddhist beads around that wrist. Now, the beads were in his own hand. Fang Jin rubbed them carefully beneath the blanket twice, then succumbed to sleep again.
The car's soundproofing was good. No matter how the horns outside blared or how frantic everyone became, Fang Jin was not disturbed. Patience was what Lu Jiatang lacked least. They crawled forward, stopping and starting, until dawn began to break. Only then did he drive out of the worst stretch of traffic. The snow ahead had been cleared away, and the view suddenly opened up. By the time Lu Jiatang got home, it was already seven in the morning.
He parked the car and carried Fang Jin out of the back seat. Only after settling everything did he take out his phone. He first let his parents know he was safe, then Jiang Tingxu picked up after only two