The car turned a corner, leaving the main road of the urban area, and headed onto a quiet road.
The road was clean and spacious, but tall trees were planted along the sides.
It was the middle of summer, and the green leaves were lush; when the wind blew, the ground was covered with fallen leaves.
There were almost no vehicles on this road; it usually takes a while to see a car passing by.
Most rural areas in UT are like this, so Jasmine Yale didn't find it unusual; she merely had a vague suspicion that he was taking her to the countryside.
No wonder he said the journey would be quite long.
There were no cars on the road, and not a single person; the entire road felt like it had no end, stretching straight ahead.
When the wind blew, the night deepened.
The headlights illuminated the road ahead, and Sylvan Cheney drove steadily, unhurried and composed.
Jasmine Yale looked around; after a while, finding nothing of interest, she stopped looking.
