The carriage was filled with an almost stagnant silence, broken only by the low, rhythmic hum of the engine and the occasional slight jolt when the car ran over the uneven road.
Feng Mu leaned against the back seat, his face turned towards the window, lost in his thoughts as he stared outside in a daze.
The driver was Jiang Li, focusing intently on the road ahead, with a black line stretching out from the top of his head, like a bizarre antenna piercing straight through the car's roof, pointing skyward.
After a while, Feng Mu quietly retracted his gaze, feeling a profound sense of helplessness wash over him.
At this point, he neither knew what these black lines truly were nor could he do anything about them.
Staring at them for too long seemed only to increase the psychological burden and a vague sense of nausea, seemingly serving no real purpose.
Feng Mu sighed helplessly, inevitably inhaling some of the black air into his nose.
