The winter sky in the morning appeared white, grey, and icy, leaving the broad industrial park looking extra cold and bleak.
The day after their first victory was nothing different for Li Zhicheng. As usual, he arrived at the office before 7:00 am.
At 7:00 am sharp, he sat on the couch, looked down at his watch, and then looked out at the cubicles outside the door.
Under the bright lighting, Lin Qian's desk seemed clean and tidy; a tiny green succulent sat in the corner.
She hadn't arrived yet.
Li Zhicheng slowly stood up, headed to the bookshelf, then took out an industry magazine, turning to a certain page. He walked back to the couch, leaving the magazine open on the coffee table.
He was waiting.
When it became 8:00 am, Lin Qian, who usually arrived around the same time as him, still wasn't there yet. Again, Li Zhicheng looked up at her desk, then he looked down and kept on reading.
