Yan Cijin sighed.
"Of course."
They returned to the motorcycle.
The bike had survived with only a few scratches.
Bai Li checked the front suspension.
"Still good."
Yan Cijin climbed onto the pillion.
This time she held Bai Li more firmly because the road ahead was badly damaged.
Bai Li started the engine.
Neither spoke about it.
They continued.
The next stretch of road was strangely quiet.
The city seemed to be holding its breath.
The storm clouds had spread across the sky now. The light had turned gray, and the tops of buildings disappeared into darkness.
Rain began falling.
At first it was only a few drops.
Then it became a steady drizzle.
The road became slick.
Bai Li did not slow much.
Yan Cijin leaned closer.
"You cannot see properly."
"I can."
"You say that about everything."
"It is because everything is easy."
Yan Cijin shook her head.
A flash of lightning illuminated the city.
For an instant, they saw the western skyline.
