The sun gradually set in the west, draping the entire world in a thin, hazy veil.
Qin Yuenan sat in the passenger seat, binge-watching a show on her tablet while occasionally sneaking glances at Lin Shen beside her. Whenever he showed signs of fatigue or yawned, she would immediately offer to take over the wheel for a stretch. But Lin Shen was exceptionally full of Spirit, even chatting and laughing with her about the plot of her TV show.
This forced Qin Yuenan to reevaluate her understanding of the sheer depth of Lin Shen's Spirit. After all, during their intense nighttime battles, she was always the first to feel utterly exhausted, her Spirit completely drained. Lin Shen, on the other hand, always remained as energetic as ever. He was even the one doing most of the work, while she merely took it. Yet she still ended up so tired. She wondered if Lin Shen's energy was truly limitless.
