Shun Yao sniffled, seemingly on the verge of tears. However, she looked up at the ceiling, ran her fingers through her hair haphazardly, and paced back and forth in a huff.
Her colleagues, who were still at work, were looking over at her. She huffed and puffed as she paced around for a while, then plucked at her slightly messy hair and said, "I must be crazy to think about showing you my manuscript."
After saying this, she picked up her bag and left again.
Zhao Honghong buried her head in her desk, stealthily peeking. Once she saw Shun Yao had left, she quickly tidied up her desk, and on her way out, she dropped a remark to Qin Yin. "That manuscript of hers is the most precious thing she's crafted over the years. She hasn't taken any apprentices after that one, and you're the only one she's taken after that one."
As Zhao Honghong finished speaking and left with her bag, Qin Yin sat there, staring blankly, feeling unexpectedly sorry for her ice-cold and aloof mentor.
