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 tonigh
