Ya Tianxing said he wouldn't, so Mo Shangjun and Ding Jing didn't doubt him further.
Both had gone almost twenty-four hours without sleep, so after getting to know each other's situations on the road, they leaned against each other and fell asleep while talking.
Ya Tianxing listened to their silence, glanced at them through the rearview mirror, and seeing them sleeping soundly shoulder to shoulder, head to head, he could only sigh at their carefree hearts.
One had just been schemed against, almost kidnapped, and didn't even know the reason; the other had just gone through a fierce battle, and had been worrying with a head full of thoughts for over an hour.
Yet here they were, able to sleep together.
He didn't know what to say about them.
Ya Tianxing slowed down the car a bit; on the bumpy mountain roads, the off-road vehicle barely had noticeable jostling.
