With those familiar faces branded in his bones one by one surfacing before his eyes, Han Zhijin gradually lost consciousness.
...
Xia Wan'an was awakened by the jostling; she opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was the black leather of the car seat.
She was in a car, the road beneath uneven, making her extremely uncomfortable as she lay in the back seat.
She propped herself up, climbed out from the back seat, and through the car window, she saw the mesmerizing sunset and endless wheat fields.
"Ms. Xia, are you awake?" A voice that sounded very familiar, yet not quite familiar, came from the front.
Xia Wan'an instinctively withdrew her gaze from the window and looked toward the driver's seat.
The driver was Chen Qingtian, still dressed in those very simple, rigid clothes, her heavy bangs hiding a third of her face, making her look very ordinary. However, for some reason, Xia Wan'an felt that Chen Qingtian seemed somehow unfamiliar at this moment.
