MEI WEI'S LETTER
Mei Wei looked around his large office. The light of the setting sun was illuminating through the large French windows of his office. He looked at the orange-coloured sun and sighed, "One more day without you. I can't bear this anymore."
And then, the sound of the wall clock entered his ears. This wall clock was uniquely designed according to his tastes, like everything else in his office. He looked at it and found that it was already half an hour past the working hours.
However, he did not want to go back to his house. Because he would not find anyone there. The one who used to wait for him was not there.
All the employees have already left. 'Maybe to their families. They are lucky,' he thought. The office was completely quiet. That's why he could hear the ticking of the clock.
The silence was eating him. At last, he got up, ready to leave. Because at least he might feel someone's memories in that house.
