Only when the curtains covering the window were completely drawn did Huang Xiaojue gradually emerge from the shadow of the large tree. She probably had no idea how frantically he had once searched for her, as though he had lost his entire world. She definitely wouldn't know how, when he first saw her at the company, the joy had been so overwhelming that his heart almost forgot to beat. Even though she was so close, was he still supposed to let go?
It was like the thin notebook he always kept close at hand. It contained solid evidence of countless heart-wrenching days. Without that, he would have let himself go to ruin long ago. But he endured, throwing himself into his work with frantic determination.
And then there was the check for 200,000—like a whip that lashed at his heart, spurring him on. Otherwise, how could he have achieved what he had today?
「That night」
Huang's mother had just finished preparing dinner when her son came home.
