But she knew it wouldn't be long before the room turned pitch black—in the winter, darkness always arrived so swiftly and abruptly.
After shutting down her computer and packing up her things to leave work, Fu Han did a final check of the office to ensure all the power sources were disconnected before she locked the office door.
It was only when she stepped out that she realized the expansive office area was already deserted; everyone had left.
Because of the company's lengthy Spring Festival holiday, most people had taken their computers home, and their office desks were devoid of their usual plants and decorations.
In the dim twilight, Fu Han looked over the office area and felt as if the place was different from what it had been in the morning, no, perhaps it was more accurate to say it had changed since she passed through after lunch.
A strange feeling washed over her, and an unease began to stir inside her.
