Her heart pounded fiercely, yet it was a stark contrast to the happiness she had just felt.
It was an emotion she had never experienced before, so much so that even she couldn't describe it.
But one thing was clear: there was a sharp pain in her chest.
Zhou Weiyi stood outside, watching Ke Jin getting ready to leave, and exchanged a few polite words with him.
Then, he returned to the office with a smile on his face.
"Miss, I must congratulate you— Uh," As he entered the room, he saw Yuan Qiaoqing sitting on the sofa, appearing somewhat distracted.
The carefully applied makeup, which should have been delicate and touching, seemed particularly desolate at this moment.
Zhou Weiyi, having been through similar experiences, guessed at a glance what had probably happened.
The words of congratulations that had been on the tip of his tongue could not be spoken; they were replaced by a soft sigh.
"Sigh."
Having sighed, he then silently exited the office.
