In the middle of the night, it was impossible for a big car on such a small road. Even if there was a driver who wanted to take a shortcut, it was impossible to turn on such a strong light.
Rory reluctantly opened her eyes. Her face looked slightly pale, and her back was covered with cold sweat.
She stopped thinking and turned to run.
The sharp wind blew on her face, and her abdomen also hurt because of her excessive breathing.
Rory gritted her teeth hard. There was even a rusty taste in her mouth.
She really wanted to stop and rest for a while, even for a few seconds.
She really had a bad feeling. The sound of the wheels behind her was getting closer and closer. She felt she got close to death.
Rory couldn't run anymore, and her steps became heavier.
If the people who had been following her were well-prepared, they would have caught up with her long ago.