The evening sun shone dimly on the three people in the restaurant hall. Two men and one woman. The boy in the red sweatshirt looked impatiently at the hunched and thin man next to him and said, "Hey, you are talking!" The man said "Oh" slowly, then slowly walked a few steps forward, facing the girl, who was looking at him with a smile. The man grabbed the hem of the white T-shirt, and the loose clothes swayed around his body twice. Then he rubbed his hands a little embarrassedly and said, "Xie Jue, you are a good girl, and He Duan also means well, but... But... I really can't help it... I'm sorry... I'm sorry too."