The driver's uncle talked enthusiastically for a long time, and saw the expression on our two faces `soft'. He thought that we had reconciled. For a moment, he felt as if he had done a great good deed and laughed happily.

The space of the taxi was crowded, sitting in the back seat with the lady, and soon I could smell a fragrance if it was not there.

It smells familiar, but I'm upset and cold-war with a woman. I haven't explored the source of the smell, and I've automatically ignored the past.

I managed to get to the hotel and finally got rid of the brainwash of the driver's...