"Miss, let me help you with your shoes."
Uncle Chen, after all, had been by Zimei's side for many years, so even if she was burning with anger inside, she would not lose her temper with him.
Uncle Chen assisted Zimei out of the hospital and into the waiting car.
Along the way, Zimei remained silent.
She turned her face toward the car window, with the city's noisy sounds ringing in her ears, but all she could see in front of her was endless darkness, unable to see anything.
Zimei suddenly raised her hand to touch the position of her eyes, the long eyelashes trembling in her palm, her heart trembling with sorrow as well.
A single tear quietly slipped away from beneath her palm, soundless.
The driver, seeing his young lady's actions through the rearview mirror, felt an immense pang of sadness, causing his eyes to redden momentarily.
Back at home, Zimei locked herself in her room, refusing to see anyone.
