The office was very quiet. Perhaps the smell had left everyone uninterested in chatting.
The window at the edge of the office area was fully open, but it couldn't affect the pervasive odor in the air.
The stench kept assaulting the brain in waves, and Yang Chunxue, whose sense of smell had recently recovered, couldn't bear the smell, so she pinched her nose and floated outside the building wall to peek inside.
Lu Li walked to the figure's back and touched her shoulder.
Her lips parted slightly, and she slowly tapped on the keyboard.
"Please wait... I'm almost... done writing this... this document..."
The indistinct reply echoed.
Lu Li's gaze shifted to the office desk. On the shelf were several pots of succulents and dolls, and a photo frame lay in the corner. The woman in the photograph was smiling brightly, full of youthful energy.
The present her was nothing like the once youthful and lively woman. The twilight-like aura made one's heart feel uneasy.
