Dragon City.
Ji Yeling's new office.
Though sparsely furnished, the office had a distinctive style. The room was small, its walls bare, unpainted concrete with slightly rough surfaces that conveyed a raw, simple beauty. Yet it was precisely this unadorned simplicity, cleverly blended with bamboo elements, that gave the space its particular charm.
A simply constructed bamboo desk stood in one corner. Made from several thick sections of bamboo, it retained the bamboo's natural grain, looking both sturdy and full of life. Essential office supplies, such as a pen holder, folders, and a few books, were neatly arranged on it, reflecting its user's discipline and organization.
Except it was obvious that the books had been roughly flipped through hundreds of times.
Several bamboo-themed paintings hung on the walls. Rendered in an ink-wash style, they depicted upright stalks and emerald leaves, conveying tranquility and elegance. Interspersed among them were inspirational calligraphy pieces, their flowing brushstrokes displaying the beauty of ink.
On the other side of the office, a real bamboo plant quietly grew in an exquisite ceramic pot. Though short, it looked vibrant, adding a touch of green to the spartan space.
A row of bamboo flowerpots sat neatly on the windowsill, holding various small plants. Sunlight streamed through the window onto them, bringing a hint of vitality and warmth.
The lighting was dim, but sufficient to illuminate the entire room. Beneath it, bamboo shadows fell across the walls, swaying gently in the breeze, as though breathing life's rhythm into the quiet space.
"Calm down, calm down. I absolutely cannot get angry. I absolutely cannot get angry."
Ji Yeling sat in the office chair behind her desk, her posture weary and listless. The dim yellow light made her face look pale. She gently rubbed her temples with both hands, trying to