Jiang Cheng had thought about it all night. He did not know whether he had slept at all; when he opened his eyes, it was already past eight in the morning.
He remembered still tossing and turning in bed at five in the morning, unable to sleep. By that logic, he had not really slept, at most dozed off for a little while.
Today was a workday, and he still had to go to work. Dragging his heavy body along, he went to the bathroom to wash up.
A wave of dizziness washed over him, and as he swayed, he realized that he was no longer young. Staying up like this was more than his body could handle.
After washing up, he casually ate a banana and headed toward the school's Political Education Office.
Luo Ye's words had been circling through his mind. He kept asking himself whether he should confess.
Everything in this world was relative. Caring too much about someone else meant neglecting yourself. People who considered others in everything they did were, more often than not, wronging themselves.
Only after leaving did Jiang Cheng realize that it was snowing today.
Perhaps because his mind was muddled from staying up all night, he did not go back for an umbrella. Instead, he walked through the falling snow toward his office.
The snow was mixed with rain. Only after he sat down did he realize that his shoulders were already soaked.
He was in charge of logistics management. His work was usually not busy, and he did not have to remain at his desk. He got to his feet, intending to buy some clothes from the clothing store near the school gate.
By the time he had bought his clothes, the snow had completely turned into heavy rain. The