Wei Anning picked up her pencil and absentmindedly began drafting on the blueprint. By the time she realized it, the name "Leng Youchen" had been scribbled across the page. Staring at those three words, her heart felt like it had been viciously stabbed. He ignored her now, so why was she still thinking about him?
She grabbed an eraser and forcefully tried to rub out the name. Yet, on the once-pristine drawing paper, a faint trace remained.
Just like her heart—once something leaves a mark, it can never truly be erased.
She raised her head to glance toward the Chief Designer's office, but the view inside was obscured. Her chest felt hollow, like it was being scratched by cat claws, tormenting her from the inside.
Luo Yi's been in there for so long. What are they doing?
