November 21, 2008, a light fog rose in the morning in C City.
The old saying that a thick fog predicts clear weather was disproven on that day.
Just as Jiang Muwan stepped into Jiang Lin's office, a light drizzle began to fall.
Further, it was a skewed rain, the water flowing down the glass.
She walked along the corridor, her gaze slowly falling on the window outside, watching the fine rain trickle down the pane.
Her heart, which had been unsettled for days, felt inexplicably more at peace.
At this moment, Jiang Muwan should have been anxious.
Such anxiety stemmed from the eight hundred million shortfall.
And also from the massive debt she was under at the moment.
Yet this rain somehow brought her a sense of calm.
That long-missing feeling of tranquility.
Approaching Jiang Lin's office, that suffocating tension within her seemed to subside somewhat.
She had intended to have another confrontation with Jiang Lin upon her arrival.
