Chapter 80

Once upon a time Chris, who was naive and lively, had something on her mind. No one could help her with this problem, only she could make her own decision.

I also see that she thinks about it, and women and men think differently.

If she becomes cold like me, she may not like them either.

What I like is the kind and simple Chris, but I can not help her with this problem.

As I send her downstairs, Chris says goodbye to me, "Good night, Uncle."

"Good night."

Watching her walk toward the flat, I said, "Chris, there still have two days."

Chris paused. She did not look back. "Hmm."

I saw the lights on the second floor of the narrow stairwell. I got in the car first and drove off when her small room was lit by dim yellow lights.

Warren's point of view

"Warren, the seafood is good tonight, but I did not like the wine. Please join me for a few more drinks."

Kitty invited me, and the implication is obvious.

It's not that I do not understand, it's that I don't want to.