Helplessness

"Brother, that girl seems to be calling to you!" said the taxi driver as he turned back and pointed in Chu Yue's direction.

Xiao Luo shook his head and denied it. "You're mistaken," he said. "I have no idea who she is."

"Oh…"

The taxi driver nodded suspiciously and slowly started the car.

Xiao Luo put his elbow on the car door, clenched his fist, and used it to support his cheek. He stared indifferently out the window. The sound of the rain made it easier for him to calm down and think about things like the past, present, and future. This type of atmosphere generally slowed down the very pace of life itself.

"Stop! Stop the car now!" Chu Yue hissed a few times, but the taxi had no intention of stopping.

With the taillight on, it slowly drove away. Chu Yue stomped her foot angrily, slammed on the accelerator, and chased after the taxi.