Meanwhile, Lory stirred from her long sleep in the front passenger seat. A soft yawn escaped her as she pushed the blanket down from her shoulders. The morning light filtered through the windshield, washing everything in a pale golden hue.
Still half-lost in her dreams, she slowly adjusted the seat upright and blinked at the road stretching endlessly ahead. Beside her, Zhao Li Xin was driving. He had taken over the wheel when she grew sleepy after driving for two hours in the middle of the night.
His posture was relaxed yet steady, one hand resting loosely on the steering wheel while the other leaned against the window frame, propping up his head. Even in such a casual position, there was nothing careless about him.
His gaze remained sharp, fixed on the road ahead, calm and unwavering. The dim morning light traced the line of his jaw and the bridge of his nose, giving him that quiet, composed air he always carried, effortless, controlled, and impossibly reliable.
