Once upon a time Chris, who was naive and lively, had something on her mind. No one could help her with this problem, only she could make her own decision.

I also see that she thinks about it, and women and men think differently.

If she becomes cold like me, she may not like them either.

What I like is the kind and simple Chris, but I can not help her with this problem.

As I send her downstairs, Chris says goodbye to me, "Good night, Uncle."

"Good night."

Watching her walk toward the flat, I said, "Chris, there still have two days."

Chris paused. She did not look back....