Wei Chen had never felt such a dejected mood until today.
The hands on the keyboard were a little numb, and Wei Chen didn't want to take them off yet. He had a hunch that this might be the last time he touched the keyboard here. But now is not the time to be sad. He is not suitable for this kind of emotion. He has always been heartless.
Standing up and looking at the young man across from him whom he had never looked at before, Wei Chen thought: It's time to leave as he listened to his gentle, polite words that were neither humble nor overbearing.
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