The Same Doll
Biên tập viên: Atlas Studios
He closed the door. The entire office was silent, and he was alone. There was no chatty Du Jingtang with him anymore. The office atmosphere started to feel cold and empty. This was the feeling of standing above people. It turned out to be so lonely. He used to enjoy it, but now, he was tolerating it.
He returned to his office desk and took out the documents he hadn't finished looking through. However, after glancing over the documents once, he couldn't stand to look through it again. There were too many things weighing down on his heart, and he had already lost the ability to focus.
He placed down the documents in his hand and then placed his hands onto his chest. His chest hurt unbearably. It felt as if it was being ruthlessly ripped open by a pair of hands. It was such a clear and understandable form of pain.