The meal was satisfying, but Qingran didn't let herself fully relax. She ate quickly, her mind already running through the plan for the night.
The facility was their main objective. Whatever was inside, whatever experiments had led to that man-made zombie, she needed to know. Her system had led her here for a reason.
Across from her, Feng Yizhou finished his steak and leaned back against the chair, watching her with a knowing look.
"You're thinking too much."
"I don't have the luxury of shutting my brain off," she muttered, sipping the hot tea that had come with their meal. "I need to be prepared."
"You won't be prepared if you exhaust yourself before we even get there," he countered. "Rest. Take a nap if you have to. We have time before nightfall."
She hated that he had a point. Again.
The food had settled in her stomach, and the exhaustion from the long drive was catching up. If she went into this mission running on fumes, she'd make mistakes.
