When she walked out of the Jingyue Building, it was noon.
The sun overhead was so bright it was blinding.
The cold wind whistled past her ears.
All her senses clearly told her that what had just happened was real.
Yet, Wan Mingyi still felt like she was in a dream.
Ye Li had offered her not just any stage, but a glowing, radiant one in her studio, along with a salary that only insiders in the design industry could command.
From beginning to end, she had not asked her what Ming Yi did or when she could start working.
Even when Wan Mingyi brought it up herself, Ye Li casually dismissed it with a wave of her hand, unconcerned, "Whatever suits you... If you find inspiration in the studio, work there; if home feels better, then work from home. For now, it's just the two of us so let's keep it simple! Work is important, but enjoying your work is even more important!"