Getting down from a BMW M6 G-power Hurricane CS Ultimate, a man in black tuxedo headed towards his company's elevator, while talking on the phone, "Yeah, reschedule that meeting to 3pm in the afternoon, and gather board for—" All of a sudden, he instinctively stopped for a second both in sentence and track; before slowing down his pace intentionally when he saw a 5'10 inch girl coming from the opposite direction, scrolling on her phone.
Lu Yifeng's composed face cracked for a second. Without having to see her face properly, he could tell it was Nina.
Nevertheless, as always she just bowed down her head slightly in the form of greetings, then walked past him without a second glance.
He sighed, shoving the heavy melancholy out of his chest through exhalation. However, the tumult of the depressing emotions was hard to depose. Her insouciance towards him walloped him without exception.
Lu Yifeng looked at the ground with downcast eyes; sick with heartache.