The rain tonight was particularly mournful, with thunderclouds rolling as the downpour pattered relentlessly on roofs, window sills, and car hoods.
Xuena lay quietly, having gone from spewing all kinds of swear words in her mind to serene indifference, even finding the leisure to wonder why Changying had been gone for so long without returning, and whether that little vixen was still alive?
This was the craziest person she had ever seen, using herself as bait; wasn't she afraid of truly crashing?
Yet now, Xuena had no choice but to take that gamble herself.
Xuena turned over, facing sideways to the front seat, and stared at the pitch-black leather backrest before silently heaving a sigh.
Qiuzi hadn't disappeared today, but she still let Changying place the only chip on her, even beginning to act tonight, intending to secure control over her, the "sacrifice" that had been confirmed.
But the true moment would be tomorrow.
So the mission was far from complete.
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