The drug dosage wasn't much this time, as it was clear that they wanted her to remain conscious.
The car kept driving.
Not knowing how long it had been, it finally stopped.
It was very quiet around them; Jiang Shuyao lay limply in the back seat, allowing the driver to open the door and carry her out.
His movements were not rough but carried an inherent politeness and gentleness.
However, he now wore a black duckbill cap, and his face was tightly covered by a mask and glasses, making it nearly impossible to discern his features.
Since the pandemic, people had gotten used to wearing masks, so initially, Jiang Shuyao didn't suspect anything. But now under the sunlight, she struggled to open a slit in her eyes, and through her blurred vision, the man's pupils behind his glasses shone with a pale blue luster.
It was indeed him.
Jiang Shuyao forced herself to stay calm, closed her eyes lightly, and gathered her strength.
