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Ling Nan was especially clear-headed for a week, paying attention to the people coming and going near the company at all times. Yet, that person who looked exactly like Zhong Yue never appeared again.

Reason told her that she had seen with her own eyes that there was no sign of life in his cold room, that she had attended his funeral and that she had buried all their past.

Zhong Yue was definitely dead. It was impossible for him to appear thousands of miles away, much less in front of her.

There were only two possibilities: either she was going crazy, or she was crazy.

Sister He's ritual feeling was the same as before. In the first few days, she was still glad that Ling Nan was awake like never before. But later on, she felt that something was wrong. Not only was Ling Nan clear-headed, she was also like an exploding rabbit. Even the slightest movement of the wind or grass could cause her to jump up.

"Sister Ling Nan …" Nana had only called out softly, but Ling Nan immediately reacted, surprising her instead.

Ling Nan seemed to have also realized this, and smiled at her: "Sorry, these past few days I have not been able to sleep, sometimes it seems like …" Something might not be right. "

"Is the pressure too intense?" Nana lowered her voice and said, "You can't continue like this. Why don't you take a few days off to rest?"

"It's fine, I know what I'm doing." Ling Nan forced a smile, and with a flick of her finger, drew a thin line on the paper that was crooked like an earthworm.

Sister He turned to look at her. "Did you see that? Any random drawing is more creative than the one you made!"

Ling Nan frowned very seriously: "Sister He, are you praising me or insulting me?"

Nana tried hard not to laugh.

"Whether I'm praising you or insulting you! You came with results, and when you entered the Mad, the management placed great expectations on you. All of us — including yourself — we were looking forward to more than just the current level of work! Think of your Wheel of Time, and think of this pile of scraps, and your inspiration! Where's your passion? " Sister He's tone was serious. "Think it through carefully. I want to see a satisfactory result next Tuesday morning!"

Sister He had issued an ultimatum, completely ignoring Ling Nan's protest, and directly went to fix someone else.

Na Na stuck her head out from behind. Perhaps out of fear that she would cry from being wronged, she secretly handed over a packet of tissues.

Ling Nan shook her hand and rejected, then bitterly smiled, using her mouth to silently accuse him: "I've been targeted."

Nana held back her laughter even harder. She quietly opened the tissue and silently wiped the tears she had held back.

Ling Nan looked down at the table and saw the badly criticized design — it was a bird flying high in the sky. The warm luster of platinum and white shellfish enriched its wings.

It was a mature design, but not stunning enough.

Just like Ling Nan herself, gently existing in a safe area, hugging herself and only tightening her wings, it was pretty good.

When he left the company, it was sunset again. The cool wind broke through the shadows of the summer and brought the sound of distant ships' whistles over. The color of the sunset had precipitated the traces of time in the water.

Ling Nan brushed her hair with the wind and quickened her pace. This time, she had learned to be a good girl. If there was nothing to do, she wouldn't stay in the company. Instead of inviting other colleagues to a meal and making things awkward for her, she might as well leave some face for each other.

The Yao that was out of style today had a light breeze that ruffled her hair. In the blink of an eye, she climbed up the stairs and almost lifted her skirt.

Ling Nan admitted that she was unable to do anything about Marilyn Monroe, and hurriedly pressed down on her skirt. The design paper in her hand flowed out of the document bag with a crashing sound and landed on the floor.

Cursing her bad luck today, she picked up the design draft on the ground. Suddenly, a foot appeared on the script, or rather, a foot stepped on it.

The owner of the leg looked at her, his expression innocent and harmless. From Ling Nan's point of view, the length of his legs was truly astonishing. He was extremely young, and also had a likeable appearance. The clothes he wore were simple and refreshing. It was hard to tell if she was exquisite or handsome, but she was especially pure looking.

After sizing up Ling Nan who was crouching on the ground for a while, he finally opened his mouth: "Why didn't you pick her up?"

Ling Nan couldn't keep up with his thoughts for a while, so she replied foolishly, "Huh?"

"I'll help you step on it. Why don't you hurry up and pick it up? The wind is so strong, it's about to blow us far away. " The owner of the foot did not realize that he should help her pick up the script. Instead, he shifted his foot and steadied it, and from Ling Nan's point of view, his eyes were filled with legs.

"Thank you so much …" "Thank you." There was nothing wrong with what he had said, but when he said it, it made people feel unhappy. Thus, this' thank you 'was something that they did not want to say.

"You're still young, be more quick-witted next time." The man smiled at her, then turned and walked away.

Ling Nan was stupefied by his overbearing manner and tone. Looking at the script in his hand with two gray footprints, she was momentarily unable to decide whether or not she should chase after him and give him a good scolding.

"Director Han, Little Qian's enrollment procedures have been completed, please take a look."

"No, I'm sure you can do it. All other documents that I need to process are sent to my office. I'll finish them tonight. "

Ling Nan's entire body trembled as she hurriedly turned her face away.

She met the man again, the one who looked exactly the same.

The two paths went up and down, separated by a row of green decorative plants. Ling Nan was on this side, and that person was on the other. It was as if what separated them wasn't the greenery, but the boundary between life and death.

Not only did he look the same, but so did his voice.

Once upon a time, this was how Zhong Yue embraced her waist. His gentle promise would protect her for the rest of her life.

"Wait …" Wait a moment! " Ling Nan felt as if her brain was going to explode again. Suddenly, she turned around and followed the path, chasing after him.

That person seriously answered the call with his headphones on, completely not noticing Ling Nan's chase, striding far away from her range of vision.

No …. He could not let him leave just like that!

"Rerun!" Wait for me! Wait for me! "Aooo …" Ling Nan simply kicked off the shoes that were in her way, sprinting barefoot on the slippery ground before crashing headfirst into a wall of flesh. No, there was at least a buffer against the wall of flesh, and this person didn't have too much buffer on him. It was like hitting a real wall, and the pain made her grimace.

"Are you the one who just picked up the items?" The person who was hit helped her stabilise her body, "Why are you chasing me?"

"Who wants to chase you? "The person I want to chase is..." Ling Nan hurriedly shook him off, but the person she was chasing disappeared.

It was like a dream was an illusion, and every time you approached it, it would turn into nothingness.

"So the person you're chasing is him?" The person who was hit pointed at the sign on the wall, as if finding something of interest to him. "You know him? "Then who are you?"

Ling Nan didn't hear anything, and only that line of words on the nameplate appeared in her mind — Chairman's Office, Han Sanlu.

The door suddenly opened, and the person inside walked out: "Little Qian, who are you talking to?"

Ling Nan looked at him with a face of surprise, her heart was so conflicted that she was about to go crazy. The face, the voice, the arms, the figure, everything was like a dead man, yet when one looked closely, they would feel that something was different. After looking at it three times, she finally got the answer. There was no love in the man's eyes for her.

People get fat and thin and suntan and come back, but the soul inside doesn't change.

This person was Han Shanglu, he wasn't heavy, he couldn't possibly be heavy either.

"What's the matter?" Beside him, Han Qian's face was full of confusion, but he did not get an answer in the end. In the end, he could only turn to Han Shanglu, "What happened to her? Why is she crying like this by herself?"

Han Shanglu shook his head with a smile, indicating that he didn't know either.

However, Han Qian pretended to be enlightened. "Your brain's already gone bad at such a young age, it's pretty pitiful."

These words made Ling Nan instantly sober up.

After confirming the other party's gaze, Zhang Xuan realized that the other party was someone who wanted to beat him up.