Fang Lin and Jin Zhou slipped into the front, Jin Zhou settling closer to the gearshift while Fang Lin took the passenger door seat.
Her gaze flicked to the back, immediately finding Yueyao, still unconscious in Jin Shuren's arms, with Yueqin sleeping against her. The sight silenced the thousand questions that had risen to her tongue.
The car pulled away without another word, heading toward the waiting helicopter.
The drive to the airfield was a blur of dark roads and the occasional flash of streetlights. The hum of the engine filled the silence inside the car, broken only by the soft breathing of the two in Jin Shuren's arms. Fang Lin kept his gaze on the streets.
After staying in this city for over ten years, she was leaving so abruptly but she understood, it was for her safety. It's been so long since she stayed with her Uncle or even had a normal chat, it did feel awkward but she had no other options.
