The distance from the Stone Factory to Tian Xin's house isn't far, it's about a ten-minute drive.
Tian Xin's head felt woozy, and as she sat, she gradually slumped down, lying on her side in the back seat.
The car kept driving forward, and she felt like it had gone a long way, so she opened her mouth to ask: "Have we arrived?"
Zhang Feng didn't respond.
"Where are we now?" she asked again.
Still no response.
She sat up, glanced out the window, and suddenly felt much more awake.
"Zhang Feng, where is this?"
"Almost there!"
Zhang Feng didn't turn his head, continuing to drive on the mountain road.
Her family lived in a group, and there were two roads from the factory, one big and one small. The big road connected to the fields, the small road connected to the residences.
Cars usually took the big road because it was wide and easy to drive. For some reason, Zhang Feng took the small road today.
He drove with the window open, moving slowly, and greeted each villager they met.
