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In the foggy carriage, I felt so different and uneasy. Over the years, I became busy, busy with work, busy with love, and later got married. I was so busy that I forgot many things, even my grandmother. However, on this trip back to my hometown, I suddenly remembered my grandmother's last gaze on me. That look is so secret that only she and I can understand it. It also contains some warm elements, just like the afterglow after the sun sets. Although no one noticed my fragility, just like no one noticed the tragic life of my grandparents, what does it matter? Two months later, I was divorced.