93 A Strange Atmosphere

A young girl driving a pickup truck looked strange no matter what.

There was a strong smell of gasoline inside the car, but gradually, the smell disappeared, leaving only a faint scent of osmanthus around Roland.

This made Roland's passenger experience extraordinarily comfortable.

The pickup truck was driving quite slowly. Roland looked at Night Tide Sands and discovered that she seemed somewhat nervous.

Was it because she didn't usually drive?

This was understandable.

A female driver who hadn't been on the road much, it was no wonder she was nervous. Wait… I'm in danger now.

Now it was Roland's turn to be nervous. He looked at Night Tide Sands and saw that her face, which was as white as jade, was slightly red.

Was this because she was too nervous?

Roland instinctively looked at his own body—the seat belt was fastened—and then he unobtrusively grabbed the safety handle on the right.