At 10 p.m., in an office on the twenty-fourth floor, the lights were still on. The man faced the mountainous pile of work on his desk and handled them methodically, one by one.
For more than half a year, he had been using work to numb himself, trying hard not to pay attention to her news, not to look for her whereabouts. It was as if she had completely disappeared from his world.
Actually, one late night, he got terribly drunk and tried to dial her number, but her original number had already been disconnected. He knew then that his heart should also be thoroughly dead.
He visited the Mu Family's old house more and more frequently, didn't communicate with his family, and would lock himself in his room for half a day without coming out.
He drank almost every day, but rarely got drunk because the more he tried to drown his sorrows, the clearer his mind became, and every little detail about her would be magnified unexpectedly.
