Sunlight streamed in through the window, warm and comforting, a rare good weather for winter.
Han Yingying turned her head back to continue playing with her phone as if she had never taken her eyes off it.
Now she could only trust Shen Mosheng, believe that their love could withstand the test of time.
The office returned to its usual state, with only the sound of keyboard typing filling the air.
Time trickled away, and the sun had already slanted westward, scattering a sky full of afterglow on the horizon.
But no one moved, as if they hadn't realized it was time to leave work.
Han Yingying lifted her sore neck to glance at the time on her phone and then at Shen Mosheng, who was still working diligently. She hesitated for a moment, put down her phone, and stood up to turn on the light.
Seeing the room brighten up, she turned to leave with light footsteps, careful not to disturb Shen Mosheng.
