Recently, I suddenly realized one thing:

For any relationship that has already been paid for, there’s actually no need for extra maintenance.

The neighborhood station owner, I see almost every day.

At first, he was quite polite, but as we got to know each other,

he started asking some personal questions I didn’t really want to answer.

Returns were originally supposed to be picked up at the door, but a few times he was busy, so I just took them over myself.

Later on, he “logically” asked me:

When I pick up a package, to also bring the return items along.

There was no argument, no falling out, but suddenly I felt a tightness in my heart:

It turns out that a lot of discomfort started from “I did a little more.”

The money has already been paid, and the service should be in place.

Getting familiar doesn’t mean there are no boundaries.