Seeing that the table was full of his favorite dishes, he moved his eyebrows slightly. I knew that this was a sign of his joy.
He picked up his utensils and ate a few mouthfuls of food.
"How has Dora been recently?"
I stopped picking up food for him, saying, "Pretty good."
"Is it true that he doesn't know that Dora is dead?"
"That's good. I almost believed you when you said she was dead a while ago. You are too much! Even if you want to trick me into getting back to your side, you can't joke about your own daughter's life. It's so unlucky!"
I nodded as I helped him put more food on his plate.
As he ate, his eyes began to blur. Then he fainted.
I dragged him from the escape passage to a car. Then I stepped on the accelerator, speeding towards Dora's grave.
