But why at this time, aside from heartache, she felt nothing else?
Mu Zhenzhen, are you sick...
"Snap."
The man hung up the phone heavily and turned to leave.
His departing figure was devoid of any sentiment.
Yet the moment he turned around, the woman behind the glass was suddenly in tears.
She held the phone in her hand without letting go, and her other hand trembled as it raised to gently touch the glass in front of her.
Through her tear-blurred eyes, the man seemed to still be sitting there. She touched his face through the glass, tracing each of his features.
Her lips moved several times, but no sound came out.
It was as if her throat had been blocked, the only sound she could make was a feeble groan.
Like a dying little animal.
Only by the shape of her lips could one guess what she was saying.
Over and over, she softly called out those two words.
"Xingyuan... Xingyuan..."
...
"President Mo, do you have time to meet now?"
