Bo Jinke’s hand on the steering wheel suddenly faltered, a flicker of something passing through his eyes.
At that moment, a memory flooded his mind—the same field of flowers, the same girl whose face remained obscured. Yet, unlike before, the girl’s features seemed to sharpen, though they remained just out of focus. He could only see that she wore the same white clothing as he did; her crimson lips moved as she spoke, and he strained to hear her.
It sounded like, "…They don’t matter, let's leave together…"
Chapter 169