As preparations for the long journey were underway, Sam stood beside the Scorpio, ready to ride.
At that moment, Roslin entered the car and noticed that the girl was still unconscious, with her helmet still on.
She gently removed it, thinking the girl might be uncomfortable and suffocating in it, while also trying not to wake her up.
When the helmet came off, Roslin was stunned, her eyes locking onto the girl's face.
Her breath hitched as she stared, captivated by the girl's features.
The girl's closed eyes, framed by long, dark lashes as deep as twilight shadows, seemed to guard a universe of starlit dreams. The lashes curved delicately, like the gentle brushstrokes of an artist's masterpiece.
Her lips, soft and slightly parted, were the color of fresh rose petals kissed by morning dew, exuding warmth and grace.
Her nose, small and perfectly sculpted, mirrored the smooth, gentle curve of a seashell, a testament to nature's quiet precision.
Her cheeks, flushed with a faint, natural blush, glowed like a sunrise over a serene meadow, radiating an innocent warmth that made her face irresistibly inviting.
Her hair flowed like spun silk, cascading in waves around her face, catching the light with a gentle shimmer, as if each strand held a trace of moonlight.
Even in stillness, her face was a masterpiece of subtle contrasts—ethereal yet grounded, fragile yet commanding, leaving an indelible impression on anyone who beheld her beauty.
"She's... beautiful," Roslin murmured softly under her breath.
At that moment, the others also came in been engaged in their own conversations, then stopped mid-sentence as they noticed the girl sleeping. All of them were entranced by her beauty.
Then, suddenly, in her sleep, the girl whispered, "Sammy…"
The group was caught off guard by her dream-induced murmur. Roslin quickly covered her face with a scarf, muttering, "Don't just stare at a sleeping girl."
She then lowered the window and handed Sam her helmet, saying, "You'll need this."
Sam took it, smiling, but then hesitated. "Do you think the girl will mind if I use it?"
Roslin assured him, "She won't."
Sam puts on the helmet with a grin. "I don't usually wear things worn by girls, but I suppose for safety's sake, I'll make an exception."
As he wear the helmet he got a glimpse of scent from the helmet, the smell seemed familiar and gave him a nostalgia feeling although not strong enough to make him remember what.
Roslin called out, "You might have regretted it later if you didn't take the offer."
Sam, not understanding her statement, replied, "The only thing I'll regret is not riding this bike."
Roslin muttered to herself, "One day, you'll understand what I meant by that, you idiot."
She pulled up the window, blocking the view inside.
With everything set, they continued on their journey. Sam, hyped up, led the way, with Liabilities, Bori, and Julyboy following behind.
After a certain amount time, the girl began to stir, her fatigue finally wearing off and we woke up. She looked around, to see everyone being fast asleep except for the driver. She found herself in the midst of strangers.
Gradually, her memories started to piece together. She recalled Sam mentioning taking her to rest with his friends earlier.
Liabilities, unaware of her awakening, continued driving as usual. When she spoke up, asking, "Where have we reached now?"
He startled, realizing she was awake. And, to make it more awkward, they were the only two awake.
He bashfully replied, "We're about to cross the Doyang Bridge."
She glanced at the time. "It didn't take long to get here."
Liabilities responded, "It's because Sam's riding so fast. We're just keeping pace with him."