Zhou Lin came out of the meeting two hours later, the rain had stopped, and the sun had emerged from behind the clouds once more.
Cheng Zhiwei was completely drenched, her hair clinging wetly to her face, a picture of utter dishevelment.
Especially in front of Zhou Lin and his group of impeccably dressed people, she blinked, and the droplets of water on her eyelashes fell like tears.
Just like tears.
It was Secretary Zhang who first spotted her, his mouth agape in shock, but he didn't immediately call out her identity. Instead, right before Zhou Lin got into his car, Zhang whispered something into his ear.
Zhou Lin paused mid-step and turned to look over.
As he stopped, so did the people around him, and naturally, they all saw Cheng Zhiwei in her sorry state.
It was in this moment that Cheng Zhiwei suddenly felt a new emotion, a stark realization of the insurmountable gap in status between her and Zhou Lin.
And then there was that incident from the past.
