Wei Anning dragged her weary body back to the office. Xiao Yu came in holding an invitation, "Sister Ning, do you still remember our company's anniversary celebration? Here, this is the invitation, gold-stamped, very grand."
Wei Anning looked at the invitation placed on the desk, "Saturday?"
"Yeah, you haven't forgotten, have you?" Xiao Yu leaned on the desk, feeling so familiar with Wei Anning that rules were no longer necessary.
"Hmm."
Xiao Yu stared at her, "Hey, Sister Ning, you don't look well. Are you catching a cold?"
"I'm fine, Xiao Yu. Let me be alone for a while, don't let anyone disturb me, and don't transfer any calls." Wei Anning leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes as if to have a nap.
Xiao Yu responded with an "Oh," picked up a thin blanket from the sofa and draped it over her, then turned to leave.
Sunlight streamed in, casting a crystalline glow on Wei Anning's face.
