The sky was darkened.
Without a single star.
The cold wind whistled past.
Even though Ling Fei had on heavy clothes, they offered no protection against the biting cold wind on this frigid night.
She was starving.
Though she had eaten a lot at night, the mad car race with Feng Xiao and the subsequent vomiting had emptied her stomach completely.
Despite having walked for several minutes, not a single vehicle passed by.
Ling Fei touched her lips with a sarcastic smile.
She swallowed her bitterness.
Feng Xiao.
That bastard.
She shouldn't have trusted him.
No idea how far she was from the city, considering the speed of the Ferrari, perhaps about two to three hundred miles away from the city outskirts.
But she couldn't be certain.
Because of the fast speed, to overcome her fear, after the first few minutes with eyes wide open, she had them closed for the rest, not knowing their racing route.