"Sir, where exactly do you want to go?"
Li Zhixiao was distracted at that moment, his entire being in a state of haziness. The taxi driver asked him three or four times before he finally came to his senses.
"Sir, where do you really want to go?"
Where to go?
Li Zhixiao didn't know either.
At that moment, his mobile phone rang, and when he looked at it, the caller was his wife Lu Mange, whose number he had always kept and not deleted!
He stared at the phone, his heart feeling dead.
Either the world or he must be crazy.
Should he really go to the hospital to see a psychiatrist? Tell the doctor, "I'm insane, I thought my wife was dead, but then the whole world tells me she isn't dead. Moreover, my hallucination has my wife with a completely different face"?
"Anywhere is fine."
After a long while, Li Zhixiao could only say this to the driver, "Let's go somewhere crowded."
For some reason, Li Zhixiao now didn't want to go to less crowded places.
