The rain had been falling for several days, leaving the air damp.
Even the atmosphere carried a certain heaviness.
Mo Shangjun and Lang Yan returned to the office together.
Before entering, she took off her raincoat, and with the movement, all the rainwater dropped off, further wetting the already damp corridor.
The rainwater accumulated, spreading outwards.
Mo Shangjun carried her raincoat inside, casually placing it on the umbrella bucket, while Lang Yan stood by the door, closing it after she entered.
Mo Shangjun approached her desk, pulled out a chair, rotated it one hundred and eighty degrees to face the middle of the aisle, and then sat down on it.
Seeing her do this, Lang Yan's thoughts deepened, and he took a few steps closer to her.
He didn't reach for a chair but simply stood in front of Mo Shangjun.
"The instructor sought me out this afternoon," Lang Yan said, looking down at her with a seriousness and an intonation that lacked its usual ease and cheerfulness.
