Chapter 97

[Charlie's perspective]

"It's okay, I’m perfectly fine”

The driver stared at me for a while and said with a serious face.

“……? ”

I thought to myself, somehow I’m a little fortunate that gastric cancer is not that obvious compared to other terminal illnesses.

The driver opened his mouth and wanted to say something. I didn't mean to answer his words, so he continued driving his car in silence.

"You passed by in a hurry, I watched it slowly, and you scattered the afterglow to the world."

There is sad music in the taxi, and I am a little stupid because it strucked a string in my heart.

"I have stomach cancer."

It's weird, saying that sentence slowly in the quiet car for a long time.

Maybe it's because the quiet sad music in the carriage makes me open my heart slowly, or the quiet words of the taxi driver makes me open my heart gradually. It doesn't matter. What's important is that I said it, the forbidden zone that has been buried for a long time and never mentioned to anyone.