The car drove into a relatively narrow road.
Unlike the wide expanse before, the road here was more winding and twisting, crooked and bent, and the tall trees on both sides turned into a bamboo forest.
Jasmine Yale looked out the window, her eyes shimring with curiosity and novelty.
"Is this the destination? Why are we here? What’s fun about this place?" Jasmine Yale threw out several questions in succession.
"It’s not the destination yet, still about ten more minutes to go."
"That’s quick then! I saw an eternal light, it must be hung by the residents here!"
"Hung by a Hunter," Sylvan Cheney said calmly, "You’ve been in Cakago for two years and never went out? No adventures or outings?"
Jasmine Yale smiled sheepishly, "No, I’ve been very busy with my studies, and whenever I have free ti, I’m always doing part-ti jobs, hardly ever going out to play. But I have a cat, with its company, I don’t feel lonely."
"Why did you get married in college, or did you not get married to your husband, just living together? Hmm?"
"Why are you exposing my wound?" Jasmine Yale fell silent.
Sylvan Cheney didn’t expose her, this little liar, really a little liar, full of lies.
Since she has a husband, how could she be lonely? And still need to have a cat? Contradictory words.
However, he didn’t expose her; if she wants to lie, let her lie.
Jasmine Yale changed the topic, "I’m not really into outings, even less into adventures, do you like them?"
"They’re okay."
"So you’re not taking on a nightti adventure, are you? No way, I can’t handle being scared..."
"Idiot."
"..." Jasmine Yale’s mouth twitched, did she say sothing wrong again?
Sylvan Cheney didn’t respond, instead, he beca more careful and cautious. This kind of small road was different from the outside Kanyoin Avenue, where any carelessness could lead to trouble.
Luckily, his driving skills were solid, and the car rode smoothly.
The winding cent road seed endless, stretching forward with no end in sight.
Beside the road was a dense bamboo forest, swaying with the wind, making a "swoosh" sound, a beautiful noise like a bamboo flute playing.
From the bamboo forest ca the sounds of frogs and insects, all kinds of sounds intertwining together.
The car’s headlights were on, making the road not too dark, everything was clearly visible.
For Jasmine Yale, this place was a whole new world; she looked outside curiously.
The countryside of UT was very clean, vast stretches of farmland and estates, seemingly endless.
"Is this a wild bamboo forest?" Jasmine Yale asked curiously, "Would there be small animals too?"
"It’s a wild bamboo forest, there are small animals."
"Really?" Jasmine Yale was very excited, "Will we see them? Are the small animals cute?"
"Not as cute as you."
"..." Jasmine Yale gave him a sidelong glance, unsure whether his words were praise or mockery.
This stretch of bamboo forest was very dense, the deeper you go, the more it resembled an endless black hole, or a vast starry sky.
Both sides were lined with bamboo, and this road should have been man-made.
About halfway through the journey, the car couldn’t go any further, so Sylvan Cheney parked the car.
He breathed a sigh of relief, resting his hands lightly on the steering wheel, his eyes still sharp.
The bamboo forest was pitch black except for the Maybach’s headlights illuminating the depths of the bamboo forest.
Jasmine Yale looked around but didn’t see any small animals, only a vast Bamboo Sea.
With the wind blowing, the Bamboo Sea surged, and the sound was pleasant.
Sylvan Cheney closed his eyes slightly, listening to the surging sound of the wind.
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