The elevator reached the first floor, and with a ding, the door opened.
Xu Weilai lowered her head, and her long hair covered her face. She raised her hand and quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. She sniffled hard and walked out.
Although it was late at night, the hospital was still crowded. Xu Weilai quickly hailed a taxi and opened the door to get in.
Her eyes were still a little red. She only looked up at the driver and gave him the address of the apartment before lowering her head.
However, she didn't know if it was her imagination, but she felt that the driver looked familiar. She reflexively looked up again and saw that the driver had turned his back to her and was wearing a hat. She couldn't identify him at the moment.
She wasn't in the mood to think about the taxi driver. She turned her gaze towards the outside of the car window and stared blankly at the scenery on the road that was constantly retreating.
