When I got off the expressway, the toll collector turned out to be my ex-boyfriend. He quietly said to me, "Go quickly, I won't charge you, and don't let my boss see me." I was moved that he still loved me. The next day, I was blacklisted on the expressway.
The lights were twinkling at night, and I stood on a ninety-nine-story building, overlooking this dazzling city. The man next to me wore gold-rimmed eyes that were dignified and cold, and the tenderness in his eyes almost overflowed. After a long time, he said to me softly: "Finish cleaning, Auntie."
Intent: hilarious