Autumn in the north always carries a hint of solemnity.
Dry leaves swirl and fall to the ground, rustling under passing vehicles.
Jerome stared fixedly out the window, the atmosphere inside the car heavy with a sense of low pressure.
He felt immensely weary.
This exhaustion stemmed from the intensity of his daily work and the pressures he faced, but it was exacerbated by Vivian's constant fluctuations.
He adored Vivian and was even willing to actively pursue her, yet he couldn't fathom why she was acting this way towards him now.
Did she truly no longer care for him?
Did she genuinely have no feelings left for him?
Celia dared not even breathe heavily as she drove.
Despite her initial excitement upon arriving at the School of Northern Communication to hear Vivian's lecture after getting off the plane, the atmosphere had soured within a few hours.
As Jerome's daily assistant, Celia found herself struggling.
Indeed, it was akin to walking alongside a tiger.