Fu Jingrong was still in his office, the weight of the previous confrontation pressing down on him like an invisible storm.
Papers lay scattered across his desk, the faint hum of the air conditioner the only sound that filled the large space.
Outside the tall glass windows, the city glowed in the distance—its lights glittering like broken stars.
He leaned back in his chair, eyes closed, mind replaying the expression on Fu Ling's face. The disbelief, the pain, the silent tears. Even though he told himself it was necessary, that cold image refused to fade.
He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, as if trying to release the heaviness in his chest. His phone buzzed once. A message from his assistant flashed on the screen, reminding him of an upcoming meeting. He didn't bother replying. His thoughts were miles away.
