This year's snow came a bit early, and the next day Gu Lingling was off duty; early in the morning, she went to Yang Yunhai's residence.
The snow from last night had adorned Qin City in a mantle of silver and white.
However, the man who once confessed his feelings for her still hadn't shown up.
Gu Lingling constantly reminded herself that no news is good news.
Using a broom to clear a path through the snow in front of the door, Gu Lingling looked at the empty house, as if yesterday she saw Yang Yunhai sitting there reading a book.
When Yang Zhao came in, he saw the girl standing there staring at the wicker chair in a daze.
That wicker chair, Yang Yunhai used to love sitting there flipping through books, with a cup of tea in hand, he could spend the whole afternoon reading.
It really didn't match the image of the boss they had in their minds. The reading Yang Yunhai seemed more like a learned scholar or a university professor?
