The next day Secretary Zhou sent me a message.
"President Song says your mood hasn't been great lately, so he asked me to organize a trip for you. Does Miss Ye have any places in mind?"
I mechanically lifted my finger and sent a message: "No need."
When Song Ye is at work, the villa feels somewhat empty and lonely.
He's successful in his career now, and increasingly busy. To accommodate his schedule, I haven't had a proper job since graduating.
Fortunately, I still have one or two college friends in this city.
I invited my former close friend Ding Tao for afternoon tea.
Ding Tao, who is about my age, sat across from me and complained:
"It's a relief when the little human finally sleeps, so I can steal some time to relax. You should really enjoy your time without kids."
I lowered my head, stirring the bitter coffee in front of me with a spoon, the steam rising and obscuring the loneliness in my eyes.
Ding Tao sensed something was off and frowned as she asked: