Elena again wiped her tears for the umpteenth time when the taxi she was riding was almost at her house, Elena didn't want her parents to see her crying. Even though she is currently being torn apart, Elena must still look strong in front of her parents.
"Take the rest, madam," said Elena quietly to a middle-aged woman who was a taxi driver this afternoon.
"Thank you Miss."
Elena nodded slowly, slowly her hand grabbed the door handle and prepared to go downstairs. But it turns out that the door on the left side can't be opened, the taxi driver hasn't opened the central lock, Elena automatically turns her gaze to the taxi driver.
"May I speak, Miss?" the taxi driver who deliberately hasn't opened the central lock immediately spoke as soon as Elena turned to her.
"Please," replied Elena, stuttering.
