Evening arrived, and the fading rays of the sunset dyed the horizon a warm, orange-red.
Zhao Chen finished processing the final document and rubbed his slightly sore eyes.
The workstation in the outer office was already empty—
Su Wantang strictly adhered to the end of her workday. After preparing a cup of warm Ginseng Tea for him and softly reminding him to drink it, she had quietly left to go home and boil soup for him.
She knew he might still be busy, but she knew even better that certain boundaries needed to be maintained, and certain spaces needed to be left for him to be alone.
Zhao Chen stood up and walked over to the Floor-to-Ceiling Window.
Winter dusk fell early, and the distant city skyline had already begun to flicker with dots of light, complementing the final trace of afterglow on the horizon.
He gazed at this sight, and the cold hardness in his heart caused by the day's various events gradually softened in the peaceful twilight.
In his mind, a pretty, smiling face involuntarily surfaced.
He took out his phone, found the familiar number, and dialed.
The call was answered quickly.
"Hello?" Shen Zhiyi's voice came through, mixed in the background with the chatter of roommates and the sound of running water, clearly showing she was in the dorm.
"Did I disturb you?" Zhao Chen's voice unconsciously softened.
"No, no, I just got back from running and am waiting in line to shower."
Shen Zhiyi's voice carried shyness, and the word shower gave her a trace of embarrassment,
"What about you? Are you off work?"
"About to leave."
Zhao Chen leaned against the marble window frame, his gaze falling on the neon lights gradually lighting up in the distance,
"Standing by the window looking at the scenery,