The man glanced at her through the rearview mirror and suddenly said, "Maybe you can persuade him."
Lena looked at the snowflakes drifting outside the window, her eyes unfocused. "I don't know about his past. How can I advise him? If he has important reasons to stay there, to make him feel at ease, should I use love as an excuse to make him leave? Would that really be good for him?"
When she said these words, she slowly closed her eyes and leaned her back against the wall. "Many times, I didn't even know how to get along with him," she said.
She didn't know who owed who, so she always subconsciously wanted to accommodate him.
The man was somewhat surprised, not expecting her to think so deeply.
Lena was too sober, capable of easily making people sink, but her sobriety was like a doubl
