A woman in her thirties was walking out of the box, and a man who looked a little younger than her was waiting for her at the door. No, I drove myself. You go in." The woman said, her footsteps did not stop, and she refused the man's farewell for thousands of miles.

Watching the woman go straight ahead, the young man does not follow it, nor does he follow it: "Lin Long, really don't want me to send it?"

"No, you go back, I'll drive myself back." The woman went to the door without turning her head.

The young man sighed and turned to the box.

"Let me go...