As soon as the door closed, her tears started to fall. Chen Tian, sitting in the adjacent assistant's room, was taken aback when he saw a crying Song Qinghuan: "Madam, you..."
"I'm not your madam, don't go around calling me that!" Qinghuan yelled and promptly ran towards the elevator.
She didn't know why, but her heart felt so heavy, so heavy.
It was like she was helplessly infatuated with a flower, the most beautiful one in the world, perched on the edge of a great cliff. She wanted to pick it but was too afraid of falling.
This hesitation made her increasingly attached, increasingly fond, but it also made her realize that the flower was proud, not wishing to be plucked by anyone.
It only liked to bloom where it grew, and whoever tried to forcefully pluck it would face the consequence of falling into the great abyss.
She returned to the HR Department with tears in her eyes, but did not go inside the office; instead, she went to the bathroom.
