Fine drizzle fell from the sky, carrying a chill.
Winter rain is different from the summer rain, the former sharp as a knife, the latter refreshes the soul.
Today's rain, caught in the middle, to some feels refreshing, yet to others, it cuts like a knife.
Gu Jiangnian's office was not luxurious, but triumphed in its refined decor and high-quality materials. Every detail exuded an understated air of wealth, unlike traditional Chinese decor, it adopted a modern style favored by the young but looked down upon by the elderly.
If Gu Jiangnian's office and the old master's were placed side by side for comparison, the contrast would be an intense visual shock.
The two styles were completely different, and each seemed a rebel in the eyes of the other.
The old master sat on the sofa facing Gu Jiangnian, who sat opposite, with a large floor-to-ceiling window behind him.
Both men smiled superficially at each other, neither inclined to speak first.
