On the other side, Ning Yichen had also returned to his villa.
These past few months, he was being investigated as Zhuo Yuwei's Chief Secretary on one hand, and was busy with the election on the other, so pressed for time that he barely had a moment to feel melancholy.
It wasn't until last night, at the very moment when the dust of the election finally settled, that he suddenly realized he didn't even have a person with whom to share his feelings.
The living room was empty, the curtains fluttered by a gentle breeze. In his trance, he felt there should have been a slender, graceful figure there, striking various quirky yoga poses.
Ning Yichen took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and shoved the strange emotion out of his mind.
He headed straight back to his room, took off his coat, and stepped into the bathroom.
After showering, he browsed emails and news on his Mac, and suddenly, an entertainment headline caught his eye.
