Kang Chen smiled, "I'll try my best."
"It's not try your best, it's a must."
Kang Chen smiled at him, then turned and got into the car.
...
Shutting the car door, Kang Chen said, "Let's go back."
Qin Huai started the car.
The car passed through the busiest streets of the Imperial City, with tall buildings on both sides, lights shining. Kang Chen realized he hadn't looked at this city so seriously in a long time.
This might be his last quiet night like this.
Passing by some iconic buildings, which were once most familiar, now seemed extraordinarily unfamiliar.
Qin Huai was driving a bit slow, the car was going less than forty kilometers per hour.
Today, he suddenly wished this night could be a bit slower, this road a bit longer.
But no matter how long the road, as long as you move forward, there will eventually be an end.
The road will always come to an end.
No matter how slow Qin Huai drove, the car eventually returned to the camp.
