He stubbed out his cigarette, didn't hail a driver, but instead took the car keys and went to the garage, driving away from the old house.,The hand holding the phone had evenly proportioned and slender bones, it clenched suddenly. The streetlight illuminated the windshield, leaving half of his face in shadow, devoid of color.,Fu Hanlin placed both hands on the steering wheel, pursed his lips, and raised his eyes to look at the twelfth floor. She moved out. Will she come back to live here again。