January 8th.
Everything is new.
The weather in the Capital was exceptionally good on this day, with the sunshine dispelling much of the winter chill.
The Presidential Mansion's new year break lasted only two days.
In the remaining days, even though people didn't go to the office.
Work was still done without a pause.
On this day, Wa Yue'an stood in the break room, holding a cup of coffee.
The porcelain white cup held the dark black liquid, slowly steaming.
Rising, then dispersing unseen.
The woman's gaze softly shifted out the window where in the courtyard, little birds fluttered their wings and flew across the bare yellow branches.
Disturbing the tranquility of the morning.
Wa Yue'an's gaze slowly withdrew from the birds, lifting the cup, slightly nodding, and lightly sipping the coffee.
A black pencil skirt and a white shirt on her body were not rigid, but exuded a variety of elegant styles.
