I saluted the director, thanked him, and left his office.
I found the nearest corner and called Cheng Jiayang, "Come out now, I need to see you."
An hour later, we met at the café we had agreed on.
I arrived first, and when he came in from outside, there was shiny sweat on his forehead, and a Band-Aid stuck near the corner of his eye.
Cheng Jiayang sat across from me. He loosened his tie out of habit. Looking at me, he had lost more weight, his complexion paler than ever, so pale it was pitiable.
My heart felt both sour and soft in that moment.
Cheng Jiayang
"Are you feeling any better?" Fei said to me.
"Hmm."
Her hand was on the table, her fingers slender, the nails clear.
"I was waiting for your call," I said.
"Jiayang, something happened today."
I looked up at her.
"Someone sent a fax to Professor Wang, telling him, I was working at Allure until last year."
I was so shocked that I couldn't speak at that moment.
