Qingran pulled the SUV door open, sliding into the driver's seat without a second thought. The black vehicle was sturdy, spacious, and built to last—one of the first things she secured after her rebirth. She wasn't making the same mistakes twice.
Lingquan landed smoothly in the passenger seat, its sleek black fur blending into the dark interior. Its blue eyes flicked toward her as she started the engine.
[Where to first?]
"Anya's," Qingran said, fastening her seatbelt. "She has access to the medical stock. I need to know how much she can get her hands on before I finalize my own plans."
The cat stretched, its tail flicking lazily. [Finally taking this seriously?]
Qingran's fingers tapped against the steering wheel. "I was never not serious."
[Sure, sure.] Lingquan yawned, settling into the seat as she pulled onto the road. [But let's be real—twenty days isn't a lot of time. If you're planning to hoard supplies, you better move fast.]
