The familiar figure made Faye slow down, his eyes fixed on that slender silhouette, watching her transition from blurry to clear.
Isn't it Tessa Caldwell who had left earlier?
He suddenly slammed on the brakes.
Her clothes were all wet, clinging to her thin body, looking miserable and pitiful. She tilted her head outwards, trying to seek help.
But was a bit hesitant, after all, it was the middle of nowhere.
She had said she was going out in the morning to meet an old man, to cook for him at his house, how come she's here?
And ended up so miserable, is this the result of her telling him not to follow her or to send someone to follow her?
Faye's mood inexplicably turned bad.
Tessa Caldwell slowly moved her steps, hesitating whether to stretch out her hand for rescue, when the car in front suddenly stopped in the middle of the road. Why did it stop suddenly, she hadn't been rescued yet?
She was tense and inexplicably a bit nervous, her small shoulders trembling slightly.
