Under the artistically designed white corridor, it was quiet, with the soft patter of drizzle tapping against the floor-to-ceiling windows, gradually blurring her indifferent and aloof phoenix eyes. Her fair and slender jade-like hand held a half-burnt cigarette butt, with eye-catching wine-red nail polish on her fingertips.
It seems that the day she went to find him back then, only to discover he had vanished without a trace, was also a rainy day like this, with lightning and thunder in the sky. Unexpectedly, upon reuniting now, it's still the same weather, yet... everything has changed.
Nan Jiayan rose from his swivel chair, leaving the remaining arrangement to his assistant and curator, then walked directly out of the meeting room, taking the untouched hot coffee from the table with him. His deep-set eyes scanned the outer corridor, and that bright silhouette came into his dark pupils. Seeing the cigarette butt held between her fingers made him unconsciously furrow his brows.
