Futile Fight
The dawn broke and the night sky began to lighten. The curtains with silver lining flew along with the gentle breeze smoothly. As the mother and son duo sleeping quietly sharing the same blanket, there was pin-drop silence in the room other than their regular and soft breaths.
The entire room was dark apart from the cornered sofa's above ceilings cool dusky light was falling on the man sitting on the couch languidly. After making the child and girl sleep and taking his shower, Lu Jianjun sat there with his legs crossed one over another his head titled downcast as the ends of his raven hair locks were still moist falling on his forehead. Without blinking, his eyes were focused on reading as his dark pupils were moving along the strings of words of Zhang's records.
Reading the file thoroughly. He went into details of Zhang's business because Lu Jianjun's and Zhang's domain of business is completely different sectors.