Chương 1790: Is It Her, Or Me?

The traffic on the highway was not very little at midnight. The closer they were to New York, the more they could sense the bustling of the city. It seemed like a city that never slept. One that felt like luxury and was filled with all sorts of noises. They could feel the liveliness of this bustling city from the highways that were one kilometer away.

Ye Chu looked towards the window. They passed by a town again. Her dreams were becoming clearer gradually. She finally saw a person's face, and that face was intimate yet terrifying. The little girl in her dreams whom she once used her gentle hands to caress, whom she once used her gentle smile to welcome, had hit her into the sea of fire cruelly with a club.