“I’m freezing,” bạn mutter, teeth chattering.
Soda looks at bạn from the driver’s seat, watching bạn shiver. He grabs your hand.
“We’ll be trang chủ soon.” He says reassuringly, squeezing your hand. He squints and leans forward. “If I could actually see in front of me.” He muttered.
The snow was coming down hard, and it was pitchblack outside. The đường phố, street lights were black out from the flurries of heavy snow.
All of a sudden, Soda jerked the car onto the tiếp theo exit.
“Soda, this isn’t the right exit.”
“Y/N, there is no way we can drive trang chủ safely in this weather. We’re just gonna...
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