Dennis and Emily really did travel a long road together.
Regarding Fu Qian's question, the former didn't resist much.
Under his guidance, the black car drove straight out of the city.
The increasingly monotonous and lonely scenery almost made one wonder if a "slacking off" reminder would pop up at any moment.
However, Fu Qian clearly had no intention of turning back, even though Dennis himself couldn't remember too clearly and needed to keep circling around to find his bearings.
But during this process, Dennis seemed to have gained a bit more energy, and even when approaching his imagined destination once again, he seemed a little nervous.
"What are you anticipating?"
Fu Qian naturally noticed this change.
"What anticipation..."
The light in Dennis's eyes dimmed almost instantly.
"People who aren't anticipating anything don't get nervous."
Fu Qian's tone didn't change, and at the same time, he had already locked onto an abrupt patch of white in his line of sight.
Uh...
