Only after sitting in the driver's seat did Han Fei realize how much pressure Zhang Mingli had endured.
The night road ahead seemed endless, the dense darkness resembling a boundless ocean. The headlights could only illuminate a few meters ahead, and Zhang Mingli had no idea what terrifying things he might encounter in the future. The only thing he could rely on was that worn-out navigation system.
Loneliness, oppression, wave-like negative emotions assaulted him constantly, but not only did he persist, he even stopped several times to help others along the way.
He steadfastly pursued his love, and at the same time, he was not changed by this pitch-black nightmare world. Perhaps that's why his wife fell in love with him.
The car was damaged, the road ahead becoming more and more bumpy. Han Fei also didn't know how far he could drive. He wasn't thinking about how to escape this nightmare; he was only focused on fulfilling Zhang Mingli's final wish.
