Mr. Cheng relinquished all his authority and departed gracefully.
Not everyone can manage such a feat.
Without stepping out of the chess game, whether you're the strategist or the pawn, you must continue calculating and hurting each other.
As soon as the autumn wind passed, the first snow of the year arrived.
Unlike previous years, snowflakes started floating in the gray dawn when the streetlights were still on. The snow wasn't heavy, but the piercing cold was unforgettable.
By evening, after a brief pause, the snow returned with a fierce momentum. Once the last hint of light disappeared from the sky, the north wind rushed in, bitterly cold.
With a weary look on her face, Zhou Jiao rubbed her cheeks vigorously, tightened her coat, then picked up her bag, closed the office door, and turned to leave.
Before reaching the stairwell on the first floor, she ran into Jin Lijuan, who was arm-in-arm with Tian Miao. It was unclear why they were heading upstairs after work hours.
