Thinking of an accident many years later. He drove me home in silence. I wanted to break the deadlock and tentatively asked him, pretending to be relaxed, "Why, he was willing to let me go later?"
He was driving and didn't answer for a long time.
I felt like I had clearly made a mistake, and I lowered my head uneasily.
Suddenly, his car stopped. I looked up and saw that the light was red.
He tilted his head slightly, looking so naturally calm and confident. Yes, he has always been such a good person.
"There is no such thing as letting go or not letting go." He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if mocking himself, "As long as you live well, it doesn't matter if the other person is not me."