At the moment when the door was closed, the anxiousness and fanaticism outside were separated. A sorrowful feeling occurred to her, and she could see Fredrick's figure was getting vaguer and vaguer.
The car galloped to the airport, and the driver drove the car steadily. There were no traffic jams since the road was unobstructed during this period of time.
They all kept silent in the car.
Joseph was a reticent man who had been processing the documents when he got into the car, while Irish was also silent, leaning on the seat and watching the buildings outside the window.
The silence lasted for nearly twenty minutes, and perhaps Joseph finally had finished his official papers and asked her when he closed the paper, "Is he really your mentor?"
Irish, who was absent-minded at the moment, did not expect that he would speak to her, so she just turned to look at him with her blurred eyes, like the dewdrops.
