Tang Yuran looked at him, somewhat astonished.
His gentle yet firm voice still lingered in her ears, and for some reason, her nose suddenly tingled upon hearing his words.
Perhaps over the years, she had grown accustomed to his pattern of suddenly appearing for a while before vanishing again. Unconsciously, she had harbored no expectations about whether the two of them could truly spend a lifetime together.
But now, as he spoke to her with such seriousness, it felt as if a prairie scorched by a great fire, barren and charred, silently sprouted a soft yet tenacious green shoot.
Tang Yuran flashed him a quick smile, then turned and hurriedly pulled open the door to his office, and left.
Outside the office, all the employees were facing their computers, working intently. The air was filled with the clatter of keyboards and the clamor of colleagues on the phone.
