The afternoon sunlight was slowly being devoured by dark clouds, and the wind carried the chill of autumn.
Mori had been waiting downstairs for quite some time, and the silhouette of a blonde girl reflected in her eyes. Before she could greet Xu Xiaoyou, a heavy thud came from the back of the motorcycle.
Seeing Xu Xiaoyou putting the helmet on her head without saying a word, Mori raised her eyebrows, sensing something unusual. She withdrew the leg that supported her on the ground and gripped the motorcycle tightly. "We're running out of time. I'll be driving fast, so hold on tight."
The girl's motorcycle had undergone several modifications. Although not as exaggerated as those of the biker gangs, the engine's roar was still ear-piercing until the wind rushed in from both sides, easing the discomfort a bit.
