The driver froze, then scratched his head awkwardly and quickly changed the subject. “I see. Well, Miss, you’re here to see the cornflowers too, right? You should’ve come earlier. They’re almost withered now.”
I turned to look out the window. Raindrops blurred Liam’s silhouette, and I couldn’t see the road ahead clearly either.
I took a sip of water, trying to wash down the bitterness in my mouth, and softly explained, “I wanted to come earlier. But in June, my mom passed away. I’m the only one at home, so I couldn’t leave. In July, I had to undergo chemotherapy, so no time then either. One delay after another, and here I am now.”
When I finished speaking, the driver fell completely silent. After a long moment, he quietly reached over and paused the meter.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Sir, no need to treat me like that. Life and death have their own timing. I’ve already made peace with it. We’ve got a long ride ahead. Let’s talk.”
Ever since I got sick, people had always looked at me with pity that I fell ill so young, that I didn't even have someone to take care of me.