When two people who ended without resolution meet again, it feels as if a frigid gust of air materializes out of nowhere, perfectly dividing them, thick and impenetrable.
Xi Meng, the secretary, was awakened by the person on the other end of the phone call. Holding her phone, she left her seat while continuing the conversation.
Qiao Yi stood there for a while, then lightly knocked on Mu Yichen's door. "Got a moment to talk?"
Mu Yichen lifted his eyes from the pile of documents. "Come in!"
Perhaps because they'd known each other too long, the two brothers could almost instantly guess what the other was thinking.
Qiao Yi walked in, gently closed the door behind him, and collapsed into the chair opposite Mu Yichen, looking utterly spent.
Seeing his listless state, Mu Yichen reflexively asked, "So, it's really over?"
"Yeah."
Qiao Yi responded with a grunt, his expression looking quite grim.
Mu Yichen nodded without pressing further and returned to his work.
