As days turned into weeks, a routine settled between Alex and Wu Xiufan. Their days were filled with meetings, negotiations, and the constant threat of danger. Yet, amidst the chaos, a sense of camaraderie had blossomed, a bond forged in the crucible of adversity.
Alex found himself drawn to Wu Xiufan's strength, his unwavering determination in the face of adversity. There was an aura of leadership about him, a magnetic quality that drew people to him. And yet, beneath the imposing exterior, there was a vulnerability, a longing for connection that resonated with Alex on a deep level.
One evening, as they were working late, a storm brewed outside. The wind howled, rattling the windows, and the rain lashed against the glass. The atmosphere inside the office was tense, the only sound the ticking of the clock and the occasional rumble of thunder.
Wu Xiufan looked up from his work, his eyes meeting Alex's. "It's a storm," he said, his voice low.
