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Chen Lang stood up from the driver's seat.

Not a single part of his body was clean.

Half of his rain jacket was torn, and mud mixed with bloodstains had hardened on the fabric. His wet hair clung to his forehead.

He dragged his feet into the rear living quarters.

Shen Qingci was sitting on a leather sofa.

She didn't look at her phone, nor did she look at the scenery outside the window.

She just sat there quietly.

His hands were tightly folded on his knees.

His back was ramrod straight, his knuckles white.

Chen Lang walked over and casually shook his soaking wet hair.

Muddy water droplets splashed onto the expensive wool carpet.

He felt a tearing sensation in his back muscles, but he remained unfazed.

As usual, a roguish grin appeared on his lips: "It's nothing, I didn't even lose a single hair. Even the King of Hell would give me a wide berth."

Shen Qingci did not respond.

The carriage was unusually quiet.

The faint sound of airflow from the constant-temperature air conditioner was amplified infinitely.

She slowly raised her head and looked at Chen Lang.

His cold gaze moved from the thick mud on his face to the still-bleeding gash on his brow bone.

It moved down inch by inch, landing on the bloodstains on his sleeve caused by the pebbles.

She stood up.

There were no words spoken.

She walked straight to the smart medical station embedded in the wall and entered a four-digit password.

With a "click," the hatch popped open.

She took out the first-aid kit, turned around, and strode towards Chen Lang.

Chen Lang's smile froze for half a second.

He was just about to speak to break the deadlock.

Shen Qingci suddenly reached out and cupped his face in her hands.

Ten cold fingers unexpectedly touched his skin, which was covered in mud and dried scabs.

Her palms were small, yet they held his chin firmly, keeping his face fixed directly in front of her.

The girl's eyes were red as she examined the object closely.

The one-centimeter-long laceration on the brow bone, the bloodstains on the cheekbone from being scraped by gravel, and the mud on the jawline that hadn't completely dried.

With each place she looked at, her breathing became heavier.

Chen Lang was completely stunned.

He is used to controlling the rhythm of everything.

But at this moment, as a girl cupped his face in her hands and examined him closely, his tense muscles stiffened with an unfamiliar stiffness.

He instinctively turned his head to try to avoid it.

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A drop of scalding liquid unexpectedly landed on the back of his grime-covered hand.

Chen Lang's breath hitched.

Shen Qingci's tears finally broke free.

She didn't make a sound.

Tears streamed down her face, one after another.

It hit the back of his hand, his sleeve, and his knee.

It was incredibly hot.

She bit her lower lip so hard that it bled, trying to suppress the sob in her throat.

She opened the first-aid kit with one hand, took out a cotton swab, soaked it in iodine, and brought it close to his face to clean the wound on his brow bone little by little.

The movements were extremely light.

As the cotton swab passed over the edge of the tear, Chen Lang didn't react much, but she herself frowned in pain.

Chen Lang's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.

He stopped joking and sat obediently on the sofa without moving.

Even his breathing was deliberately slowed down by half a beat.

Her fingertips were still trembling uncontrollably as the band-aid was applied.

After finishing with his face, Shen Qingci silently walked around behind him.

Her hand touched the zipper of Chen Lang's windbreaker.

After hesitating for two seconds, I pulled it down.

The moment that tattered garment was peeled off, Shen Qingci froze completely.

Chen Lang's broad back was exposed to the warm white cabin lights.

The purplish-black bruises left from last night's impact with the bridge pier covered the entire right latissimus dorsi muscle.

The spot where the sharp flying stone struck today is right in the very center of the bruise!

The new wound crushed the old one, the skin and flesh turned inside out, a bloody mess.

Shen Qingci's hands, holding the sterile gauze, trembled violently.

Chen Lang instinctively tried to defuse the situation with his go-to line: "Why are you crying? Your brother Lang is tough and resilient, this little injury is nothing—"

"Shut up!"

Shen Qingci's voice was hoarse, carrying an extremely rare loss of control.

She suddenly reached out and grabbed Chen Lang's arm tightly!

The neatly trimmed nails dug directly into his flesh, leaving five pale, bloody marks on the skin of his forearm!

"What makes you think you can gamble your life like that?!"

She was trembling all over, and the words were forced out from deep in her throat, carrying a strong smell of blood.

"If even one steel cable breaks, you'll die! If another piece of rock breaks, you'll fall! Do you think you're a god?!"

She stared intently at that shocking spine.

His reddened eyes churned with intense emotions he had never shown in eighteen years.

"You promised to take me to Dali..."

She squeezed out the last words through clenched teeth, her voice filled with barely suppressed sobs and despair.

"Chen Lang, you can't break your promise! How dare you abandon me and break your word!"

The carriage was deathly silent for a full three seconds.

Chen Lang did not turn around.

He glanced down at the hand on his arm, which was clenched so tightly it had turned white and was even spasming from excessive force.

He didn't explain the fundamental principles of right and wrong.

He simply turned his hand over and gently took her fingers in his.

One by one, he broke it apart from his own skin and flesh.

Then he enveloped her cold, trembling hand entirely in his warm, large palm.

"Student Shen." Chen Lang's voice was very low, his tone filled with a seriousness he had never shown before.

"That's not how you do it."

He turned his head slightly, presenting his profile to her behind him.

A smile, radiating confidence, slowly crept onto his lips.

"I dare not let go on the cliff edge, I dare to risk my life, not because I am not afraid of death."

"It's because I know—the one holding that hydraulic lever that determines life and death is you."

Shen Qingci's trembling suddenly stopped.

Chen Lang's tone changed, and he returned to his signature smugness.

"Besides, I haven't fulfilled my promise to take you to Dali yet."

"How could someone as stingy as your brother Lang be willing to do a losing business and die there?"

"Even if the King of Hell himself issues a summons to arrest me now, he'll have to obediently be placed at the back of our road trip itinerary."

Shen Qingci bit her lower lip tightly.

Tears continued to flow silently.

She slowly lowered her head and gently pressed her forehead against Chen Lang's scarred back.

It avoided the wound, simply touching that warm skin.

A pale blue system panel silently popped up in front of my retina.

[Ding! A shift in the core emotional anchor point of the target "Shen Qingci" has been detected!]

[Healing progress has skyrocketed: 23% → 38%!]

Chen Lang stared at the fluctuating numbers on the panel, his body remaining motionless.

He remained in that position with her pressing against his back, patiently waiting for a long time.

It wasn't until Shen Qingci straightened up on her own.

She didn't say anything more, but simply picked up the gauze and ointment again, and silently and with utmost focus, finished treating the rest of his wounds.

Each bandage was wrapped extremely evenly and tightly.

The bandaging is complete.

Chen Lang leaned back lazily on the sofa, took out a strawberry-flavored lollipop from his pocket, and flicked his wrist to toss it accurately.

Shen Qingci subconsciously reached out and caught it, holding it tightly in her palm.

"Today's winch operation was flawless; his mental fortitude is comparable to that of special forces soldiers."

Chen Lang, with the paper stick of another lollipop dangling from his mouth, announced in a serious tone.

"From now on, you'll be the co-driver and technical director of this multi-million dollar apocalyptic RV. Profits will be split 50/50, but your workload will double."

Shen Qingci looked down at the candy in her hand.

The deathly aura in her eyes finally dissipated by more than half.

"The wages are too low."

She lifted her eyelids to look at him, her voice still hoarse from crying.

The curve of her lips revealed a hint of girlish cunning and possessiveness.

"I demand a raise."

Chen Lang raised his sharp brow bone and smiled.

He laughed extremely unrestrainedly.

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Several hours later, the heavy truck smoothly passed through the last ultra-long tunnel at the border of Sichuan and Yunnan.

The orange tunnel lights flashed past rapidly on the roof of the bulletproof vehicle.

The bright afternoon sunlight poured in from the huge tunnel exit, violently crashing into the panoramic sunroof.

Yunnan's unique and vibrant red soil stretches freely on both sides of the highway.

The majestic outline of the distant Cangshan Mountains was outlined with dazzling edges by the gradually setting sun.

The Titan's cool, reassuring mechanical voice echoed inside the carriage.

"We have entered Yunnan Province. We are 320 kilometers away from our destination, Dali City. The weather is clear with a light breeze."

Shen Qingci had unknowingly walked to the panoramic sunroof.

The warm afternoon sun shone on her, casting a vibrant, warm glow on her pale cheeks.

Chen Lang strode over and stood beside her.

"Welcome to Yunnan, Ms. Shen." He turned his head slightly to look at her profile illuminated by the light, his voice firm.

"Dali. A promise is a promise."