Lu Fei was taken away by Zhao Huai, and after Xiaomei helped Qin Mu pick up the papers on the ground, she left too. Qin Mu locked himself in the office, smeared glue over a whole sheet of drawing paper, and started piecing together the fragments bit by bit.
The office was so quiet it was as if no one was there. The sunlight outside streamed in, laying a layer of strong light on the floor; behind that strong light was the wide and hard office desk.
Qin Mu carefully pieced together most of the picture, then raised her eyes to look at the remaining few pieces, suddenly straightening her back and sighing helplessly.
She could just draw another one; why bother piecing it together so meticulously?
Qin Mu suspected that she wanted to play puzzles, but when she thought about it, there were already plenty of puzzles at home, so why piece together some shredded paper?
