Kong Yulin paused for a moment, then without hesitation, took her leave and turned to exit the room.
...
After the secretary's figure vanished, An Zhizhen lifted the steaming coffee cup again.
She watched the dark, silky liquid ripple in the sunlight, reflecting her flawless face.
After a moment, she softly said:
"An honored guest has come, forgive me for not welcoming you earlier."
It seemed An Zhizhen was talking to herself, but from a corner—where the office should have been empty—a clear and melodious girl's voice was responding to her words.
"Sorry, I came uninvited."
One step.
Snow-white bare feet silently appeared, stepping on the soft red carpet, leaving a petite outline.
Two steps.
The silver bells on her ankle jingled, their sound as melodious as a mountain spring.
Three steps.
The scent of camellias wafted through the office.
Though the fragrance was subtle and elegant, it held an unbelievable presence, as if one's entire being was soaked in it...
