G City.
Momo was lying on the bed after taking a shower in the evening when she opened Ye Zhan's friend request.
She didn't accept it.
She glanced at it and exited the interface.
Yesterday, when he drove at full speed, she barely managed to hold back from vomiting in his car, listening to the sound of bullets hitting the glass, even feeling a sense of death; it was truly awful.
She's not very brave.
No one is unafraid of death.
Momo was just hiding some of her fears.
But the family and social circle she grew up in destined her not to be an ignorant girl.
The possibility Ye Zhan mentioned is not impossible.
She let her thoughts wander for a while, then returned to the previous interface and accepted his friend request.
Momo tossed her phone aside, planning to go downstairs to make a fruit salad.
Just as she lifted the covers to get out of bed, her phone chimed with a message alert.
She turned to look and saw it was a WeChat message from Ye Zhan.
