She sped to the city outskirts and drove along the empty roads in search of Bai Jinxin, yet saw no trace of her.
Under the dim moonlight, the trees lining the roads looked quite beautiful during the day but utterly different at night, resembling countless emaciated ghostly hands that swayed with the night breeze, sending shivers down one's spine the longer one stared.
Yan Xiaye had no particular religious beliefs, and always scoffed at talk of ghosts and spirits, but even she felt a chill staying too long in such a place. She had no choice but to follow the road in search of any bars or convenience stores that might still be open.
Before long, she spotted a bar still in operation by the roadside.
Yan Xiaye got out of the car to inspect the dim and unclear sign, then glanced at her phone and realized that the bar didn't appear on the navigation app.