Liang Chen stared down the corridor towards the direction of the art studio for quite some time before he finally turned around and descended the stairs.
Perhaps it was meeting Jing Haohao during the day that caused Liang Chen to be somewhat unfocused. After returning to the company and attending a meeting in the afternoon, he appeared to be absent-minded.
The weather this day was not good, the snow from the previous days had not completely melted away. The footprints left from pedestrians made the snow appear grimy. Liang Chen sat by the window in the conference room, head lowered, watching the people on the street below. Unconsciously, an image of Jing Haohao emerged in his mind.
Then he painted a picture: when she was shopping alone, was she like those people, joyfully eating an ice cream tirelessly in the harsh winter? Or was she like some others, rubbing her face from time to time because it was cold?
