The night before the board meeting

After that night, Feng Tian made sure she didn't meet Qi Yan again, even though every fiber of her being was against the decision. At first, it seemed easy due to the tremendous workload she had managed to bury herself into, but as each day went by, she discovered that, in the process of locking the memories she shared with him, she had actually locked her true self back into the deepest part of her mind, leaving behind the mask named after her.

Softly exhaling, Feng Tian rested her head on the punching bag in front of her for a minute while trying to catch her breath before finally collapsing on the floor, her chest heaving as drips of sweat continue to stream down her exposed waist.

After spending the whole night which suddenly seemed never ending turning and tossing around on her bed without getting a proper rest, she finally decided to stop trying and the moment the day broke, she immediately headed straight for her punching bag.