As everything outside the window kept shooting backward, Blanca's heart raced so hard as if it could pop out of her throat at any moment.
“Matthew, I don't want to die yet...Ahhhhhh!”
She was blown away by the wind and Matthew grunted impatiently, “Stop it! Shut up!”
“...”
She wanted to shut up and now she thought she was about to die.
Blanca turned to him and wanted to argue with him. And then she realized he could see nothing and she was even more terrified, “Is it okay that you drive like this?”
“Show me the way,” snapped Matthew.
Car racing was not a new thing for these rich boys who had been driving sports cars when they were just a bunch of teenagers. And also, the silk cloth was half transparent. He could do this by the sunlight and his own memory.
“12 o’clock...Turn left!”
“Go straight! And the road ahead is blocked!”
“...Slow down...”
Blanca had been shouting the whole time. She screamed when she saw Jim's car following them in the rearview mirror.
It caught Matthew’s attention, “What happened?”
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