Keira Leaf was somewhat dumbfounded. Perhaps this was the advantage of power. Even though she hadn't shown any documents, her driver's license was already prepared.
"You'd better go to class. It won't be good if you're late," said Michael Leaf, urging her on.
Keira opened the car door, looked at the man standing still at his original location, and finally couldn't help but speak softly, "You should take good care of yourself then."
A smile appeared on Michael's face, indicating he was delighted, but still urging her on, "Don't worry, I'm doing well, just hurry up."
Only then did Keira close the car door, test the handling, and head straight to school. In the rearview mirror, the figure of Michael grew smaller and more blurred by the moment.
Keira's mood was still somewhat low, accompanied by an indescribable sense of melancholy.