The evening scenery in the mountains has a unique charm, with few passing vehicles on the road. The tips of the grass blades shimmer faintly, the sky is cloudless, and the pale blue is as mesmerizing as a piece of glass. The bus was sent back with the driver, and Rosie Scott stood by the roadside, looking at the slight curve of Jack Hugh's mouth, which made her feel uneasy.
"You seem even more handsome after a few days," the girl started joking. One second she was smiling, the next she whispered, "Where's Blake Shaw? Where did you take Blake Shaw?"
Jack Hugh's mouth remained unchanged as he whispered in Rosie Scott's ear, "Madam, you'd better worry about yourself first."
"Huh?" What kind of talk is this, as if Charles Anderson is going to kill me. Though her face appeared calm, her dry throat forced her to swallow several times. Rosie Scott forced a smile.
