"No," Sun Hang gently flicked the amulet hanging from the rearview mirror with his finger, "it's all just my guesswork. Any resemblance is purely coincidental."
"Heh, if you don't want to talk about it, fine." The sound of a four-cylinder engine's low rumble came through the communication channel, and Ya Qiaoxi's motorcycle suddenly accelerated, quickly widening the distance between it and the off-road vehicle.
"Is she upset?" Sun Hang turned to look at Candle Dragon.
"No, that's just how she is." Candle Dragon shook his head and stepped on the gas, "After all these years, she's still the same."
"I'm even more interested in the stories of your past now," Sun Hang said. "Just to be clear, I'm not gossiping. I'm purely trying to find something to talk about because this journey is so tedious."
"You want to hear?" Ya Qiaoxi's voice rang out again.
"I do," Sun Hang answered affirmatively.
"To put it simply, just four words."
"What four words?"
