After Liang Xiaonuo left, the entire office went completely silent. Su Jiameng could only hear her own breathing and heartbeat. She twirled the pen in her hand somewhat boredly, watching it trace arcs and phantom lines in the air, her eyes growing dark.
The evening dusk had already fallen outside the window, and two "moons" quietly climbed up the sky, their cold light faint and chilling to the bone.
Although situated in two completely different planes, the same passionate military and young, vibrant lives made her find a long-lost sense of nostalgia and contemplation. However, they were ultimately different... Su Jiameng abruptly stopped the pen she was spinning, her expression indifferent.
