Lin Wanxi left the café with a face full of sorrow, stumbling like a walking corpse.
She got into the car, lay on the steering wheel, and sobbed softly.
Tears were mixed with resentment and reluctance.
Half an hour passed, and it was unclear whether she had cried her eyes dry or if her emotions had stabilized after being released.
Lin Wanxi took out a tissue, wiped away the remnants of tears from the corners of her eyes, and drove away.
Back at the company, Lin Wanxi's eyes appeared slightly swollen and her expression was unusually aloof.
The female receptionist at the front desk greeted her proactively, but Lin Wanxi walked into the elevator with a cold expression without acknowledging her.
Arriving at the office, Lin Wanxi leaned back in her chair, gazing vacantly at the ceiling, devoid of any spirit or energy.
Before long, Lin Zhiguo walked in.
Seeing Lin Wanxi in this state, a foreboding sense arose within him.
