On the third day after Xiao Mo's accident, Xia Chuqing returned to Shen Group, returned to the office in a daze.
Everything on the desk remained as it was before. She had inadvertently gone over ten days without seeing him.
On his desk was even the bouquet of silk flowers, bought on New Year's Eve, still as beautiful.
She sat in his office chair, her mind in a fog, and opened his folder.
Inside were comments in his handwriting, his marks, as if even the folder still carried his presence, that faint lavender scent.
"President Xiao..." Xia Chuqing murmured, her gaze unfocused.
As she looked, she began to cry again.
After crying, she wrote a resignation letter, wanting to leave Shen Group.
Every corner here was infused with his essence; she truly feared the sadness from the memories. After leaving, she planned to return to A City.
She was the one who had gotten him killed. Without her, he surely would still be that dynamic President Xiao, commanding the world with flair.
