Shen Niantang gripped the steering wheel tightly, a persistent sense of impending doom gnawing at her. The headlights illuminated the narrow road ahead, where the shadows of trees on either side stretched out like long, swaying ghosts reaching for her. Her heart hammered against her ribs, the sound drowned out only by the roar of the engine and her own ragged breathing.
"Finally out. Thank God I managed to get a car..."
She whispered to herself, her lips curling into a faint smile. But before the relief could reach her eyes, an inexplicable anxiety washed it away. The road was deathly silent, a silence so profound it was unsettling. Subconsciously, she pressed down on the accelerator. The car picked up speed, and the cold night air rushed through the half-open window, tossing the hair across her forehead.
Chapter 122