At dusk, in the Capital Military District, above the vast playground.
Qin Ge, rare not to sit in the office strategizing, was now watching the clouds dyed blood-red by the sunset, strolling leisurely.
When feeling tired from official duties, Qin Ge always liked to look at the sky this way, whether it was sunny or stormy, using this method to clear his mind and achieve a brief relaxation.
Whoosh!
Looking at the blood-red clouds in the sky, Qin Ge slowly exhaled a breath and said, "Watching the flowers bloom and fall in the courtyard, observing the clouds rolling and unfolding across the sky, these days might be delayed a few more years."
In his words, Qin Ge's voice had a tone of self-mockery, helplessness, but more self-deprecation.
"Group Leader Qin, it's rare to hear you lament about life."
As Qin Ge sighed, Wang Zhenjiang's voice suddenly came from behind.
