Hua Yunliang left the office with Ye Feifei.
Bei Lingfeng stood alone behind the desk, looking at the empty doorway, suddenly feeling that his heart was also empty.
In an instant, he felt that everything he and Hua Yunliang had painstakingly planned over the past days seemed like an illusion in the water, appearing glamorous but having little meaning.
His pale and self-mocking smile unconsciously crept up his lips again, making him look particularly thin and lonely, as if he were just a solitary traveler in this city, drifting without support, uncared for by anyone.
Ha, this is the most direct feeling he has after struggling half his life in this exceptionally magnificent city.
