"You are such a special man," Zhang Yiling pulled out her cigarette and looked at Zhou Yiyang in confusion, "Let's go. If we go too late, we'll get scolded again."

…

“Is this your car?”

Zhou Yiyang looked at the cool Harley motorcycle in front of him and couldn't connect it with Zhang Yiling.

"Yes." Zhang Yiling had already stepped onto the bike skillfully. "Are you scared? If so, hold on to me. I'll take you flying."

"Wouldn't that be bad?" Zhou Yiyang smiled and said, "I mean physical contact."

"Are you from ancient times?" Zhang Yiling patted the back seat and said, "Handsome boy, get in. I'll let you know what the wind smells like!"

The moment Zhou Yiyang got into the car, Zhang Yiling stepped on the accelerator and flew out like a beam of light.

Just like experiencing a VR racing game, they quickly passed through the streets and alleys and came to the endless seaside highway.

On the left, a kangaroo waved its fist in greeting. On the right, the sea merged with the azure sky.

The wind blew up their hair and clothes.

Zhou Yiyang had to admit that the feeling of speeding was addictive.

But it’s also fortunate that Australia is vast and sparsely populated, otherwise Zhang Yiling wouldn’t be able to ride so fast.

However, Zhou Yiyang was very gentlemanly and chose to hold the seat instead of Zhang Yiling's waist.

"Do you like this feeling?" Zhang Yiling had to shout out loud, otherwise her voice would be blown away by the wind.

“It’s okay once you get used to it!”

"When I'm feeling down, I'll just go out on my own, not thinking about anything else, and just drive forward. Wherever I end up, that's my destination!"

"You are special too."

"Really?" Zhang Yiling cried out, "Am I crazy? My mom doesn't like me. She says I'm too free-spirited, like Zhang Yingyuan. Are we alike?"

"You are you, not like anyone else."

"No wonder you can make so much money, you're such a talker!"

They eventually stopped in front of a very expensive, yet rather sterile private hospital.

This gave Zhou Yiyang a very disconnected feeling, as if he had just had a dream.

"Aren't you going up?" Zhou Yiyang turned around and asked.

Zhang Yiling shook her head, fiddling with her wind-blown hair. "No, I won't go, lest they scold me again. Here's my phone number."

She took out a piece of paper and a pen from somewhere, quickly wrote down the number, and handed it to Zhou Yiyang.

"Remember to tell me how he is recovering."

Then Zhang Yiling rode her eye-catching motorcycle and disappeared like the wind in this clean and quiet street.

Zhou Yiyang took the note and walked quickly into the hospital.

Zhang Yingyuan's daughter, Zhang Yiling's mother, was an ordinary middle-aged woman, whose former beauty could only be vaguely seen from her outline.

"Thank you so much for coming so soon. My father is still waiting for you!"

"Zhang Yiling..."

"Don't worry about her. She has a very strange personality. If she did anything wrong, I apologize to you on her behalf."

"No, I mean she's very interesting and a nice girl. And I want to thank her for sending me all the way here!"

At this time, Zhang Yingyuan's voice was heard from the ward.