The car left behind.
Daisy Ginger stood in place, beneath the starlit sky, looking at the young man not far away.
They had been together for so long, yet they had never seemed so distant.
Daisy was silent for a moment, then smiled at him and began to walk toward his direction.
She walked up to him, looked at him, and chuckled lightly, "I thought you didn't want to see me anymore."
The man's gaze landed on her face, after a while, he slowly raised his hand.
Daisy watched his movement, her gaze unflinching, waiting for his hand to fall on her neck or face.
Until her cold hand was held by the man's warm, thick palm, she was a little stunned, not yet coming back to her senses, already being led into the glass greenhouse.
The greenhouse was transparent, with a constant temperature, right in early summer, the plants were lush, and the scent of flowers filled the air.
Daisy looked up and saw the Milky Way above her head.
