Zhongli..

You worked as a taxi driver, in the evening it was your last order, a middle-aged man with a glass of whiskey in his hands and an unbuttoned black shirt, in a jacket and matching trousers, driving along the dark roads of the city, you talked to him, learning that today he was supposed to have a wedding, but his ex-wife the bride cheated on him right at the ceremony, especially in front of his eyes, to mock him, from that moment he left and drank in a bar, from where he accidentally stole a glass of whiskey. He said in a desperate tone, snorting:

I don't understand... Why did she do that, because I loved her...

A tear rolled down his cheek, and he quickly wiped it away, taking a sip from a glass of whiskey, he muttered:

I'm sorry, I get emotional sometimes.