In the sealed cabin, Charlotte Miller sat quietly in the passenger seat. Accompanying her breath was the layered scent of sandalwood from the man, and the smell of Chinese medicine absorbed into their skin after soaking in the hot springs.
These scents formed an unusual airflow in this not-so-big space, obscure yet oppressive.
Charlotte didn't know what to say because she knew that any comfort she offered would be useless.
The pain of losing a close family member can only be eased by time.
But how could it be? Those who drive for the Hallow Family are all veteran chauffeurs, and the cars are in excellent condition. How could such a terrible accident happen?
Thinking of yet another car accident, a chill surged through Charlotte's body, a cold that emanated from her bones, because her father also died in a car accident.
They were on their way back as dusk approached.
