"I suddenly don't know where to go?" Yang Wanyin's eyes were red.
Yang Junyi gave her the car key: "Can you drive?"
"Yes," Yang Wanyin nodded.
"You can go wherever you want, just go wherever you feel like!" Yang Junyi said, "Take advantage of your youth, anything is possible!"
Yang Wanyin looked at him, took the car key, "You talk as if you are very old!"
Yang Junyi walked ahead, "I'm going to take a taxi back to the hospital, you go have some alone time!"
"Aren't you afraid I'll drive your car away?" Yang Wanyin called out after his retreating figure.
Yang Junyi turned his head, the morning light shining on him, bringing a faint sense of sorrow into the early autumn. As a doctor, he had a deeper understanding of life and death than anyone else, what was a car in comparison?
"If you don't show up by midnight, I will call the police." Yang Junyi smiled faintly, his words half serious, half in jest.
