It was Qingming. Drizzle fell and after a few light showers, the entire City Z was engulfed in haziness. The cold winds continued and it was so gloomy that even the skies feel depressing.
Inside the CEO's office of the Han Corporation, Han Yifeng who had vanished for several days was currently leaning against the sofa in his office and downing glass after glass of spirit.
His usually stern and dashing face was no longer that charming. Now, it was only left with loneliness and desolateness. He looked completely dispirited.
The office was on a break, so the entire company was empty. There was no one at all. Engulfed in the gloomy rain, it was so still and quiet that one felt suffocated.
On the table beside him was a handphone that kept buzzing. It did not seem to stop, yet its owner did not pick up a single call. The sweet-sounding ringtone flowed in the silent and stifling space, seeming particularly eerie.