They said there'd be no traffic jams, but in reality, when Master Li drove from Wanhe Garden to the outskirts of the Sixth Ring Road, they ran right into the evening rush hour.
By the time they returned to the taxi company for handover, it was already seven o'clock. The snow along the roadside remained unmelted, reflecting patchy white under the streetlights—cold and unfeeling.
Song Tan sighed with lingering fear: "Thank goodness I don't live here, otherwise just stepping out the door would drive me mad…"
Qiaoqiao stretched his legs and, for the first time, complained, "Riding in the car is so exhausting…"
How could it not be exhausting? They still had nine hours of driving ahead of them!
Song Tan glanced at the backseat: "The noodles are bagged and stored in the trunk. You can move to the backseat and sleep for a bit. By the time you wake up, we'll be nearly home."