Shanghai.
The weather was great, with dazzling sunshine.
Yao Beidi drove to work.
Today, the traffic was exceptionally unbearable—gridlocked from early morning, rendering her mood somewhat irritable.
Xiao Ye hadn't been around much these past two days.
To be precise, he didn't come home again last night.
She didn't feel anything particularly emotional about it. She had said long ago that she hoped he would live his own life while she would live hers. Two people living disconnected lives together, and when everyone around them felt they were peacefully ready for divorce, then they would divorce.
Splitting up is the only option she can think of now.
The congested line of cars moved intermittently.
By the time Yao Beidi arrived at Kangsheng Pharmaceutical, she was nearly late.
She rushed in hurriedly and took the elevator.
