Leng Yan...
The paper was filled with his name...
She tried so hard to control herself not to think about it, thinking she was taking notes for the meeting, but she was wrong.
As she wrote, it all became his name. Printed on the paper over and over, engraved in her heart.
"Nuannuan?" Tan Qing looked at the tears in her eyes, somewhat at a loss: "What's wrong, are you angry? You're not usually like this."
When she's with him, they often joke and play around without care. She's the type who can joke around, not someone like Lin Meimei who cries at the drop of a hat.
But since last night, she seemed a bit off.
Wen Nuan realized her gaffe, gently wiped her tears with the back of her hand and forced a smile: "I'm fine, Tan Qing, I'm going back to the office. My mentor is already waiting for me there."
It's not that she's angry with Tan Qing, she's just mad at herself.
Mad at herself for not keeping her heart in check and still thinking about her.
