The Lamborghini roared through the night, its tires screeching against the pavement, howling like a beast in fury.
Fu Han sat quietly in the passenger seat, beside her was He Xing, and on the back seat were the ninety-nine roses He Xing had given her, quietly blooming in the night.
The nights in City A were bustling, filled with the clamor of people; but this liveliness was specific to certain areas, it was very regional, where they had dined was lively around the clock.
Yet, the road to Lanwan Mountain became quiet, this area was residential, and because it was close to Lanwan Mountain, it was all high-end housing.
Here, aside from the street lights on either side of the road, the night was truly pitch black.
In the distance was the vast night, the light that street lamps could cast was very limited; looking towards the distant night, Fu Han always had the feeling that there were monsters waiting for her, her heart thumped nervously, feeling inexplicably afraid.