This place hasn't changed in three years.
When Luo Qiangwei moved into the president's office, even the teacup and pen hadn't been replaced; they were all left behind by Mo Shiche.
She thought that if he ever came back, he might feel something upon seeing them—
Afternoon.
There weren't many people in the VIP section of the Ginza department store.
Luo Qiangwei picked out several suits of the season's latest fashion, stood in front of the floor-length mirror to compare them against herself, then turned to ask the man behind her, "Which suit do you think looks good?"
Mo Shiche, with one hand in his pocket, stood tall and straight. Hearing her question, he lifted his eyes for a glance and slightly furrowed his brows, "None of them look good."
"That can't be," Luo Qiangwei looked at him with some surprise, "you couldn't possibly have a problem with your brain and become color blind as well, could you?"
