[Charlie's perspective]

"It's okay, I’m perfectly fine”

The driver stared at me for a while and said with a serious face.

“……? ”

I thought to myself, somehow I’m a little fortunate that gastric cancer is not that obvious compared to other terminal illnesses.

The driver opened his mouth and wanted to say something. I didn't mean to answer his words, so he continued driving his car in silence.

"You passed by in a hurry, I watched it slowly, and you scattered the afterglow to the world."

There is sad music in the taxi, and I am a little stupid because it strucked a string in my heart.

"I have...