Since Chi Xiaoyu left, the entire palace seemed to have emptied out.
Silence!
Like absolute deathly stillness.
It was ten o'clock at night, and Yeh Cangqiong stared at the over two-meter-high clock on the wall.
The second hand ticked, moving very slowly, inch by inch.
Round and round in circles, never ending.
Without her, everything became meaningless.
"Mr. President, you haven't had dinner yet, what would you like to eat? I'll have the kitchen prepare it..."
For several days in a row, Yeh Cangqiong barely ate, causing Secretary Wen a lot of worry.
The key issue was that sometimes when speaking to him, he wouldn't respond for a long time.
"Anything!"
After a long while, Yeh Cangqiong finally uttered two words.
With her absence, whatever he ate was meaningless.
Who knows how long it took before he fell asleep on the sofa...
