It was a cold rain in Shanghai, and the lights were lonely. Lin Ruoyu, a small employee, had been secretly promising to her boss Gu Lingchuan for three years. He is tall and straight in his white shirt and has a cold face. He is in charge of the workplace, but he has never known her pain in revising reports late at night or her obsession with secretly warming his broken glass before committing a crime. ? She originally thought that watching silently would be perfect, but God's will played a trick on her. That night, the cold rain knocked on the window, and he entered the room with his new love, Shen Yao, laughing. Shen Yao leaned on his shoulder and begged for favor in a sweet voice. He smiled and agreed, his tenderness piercing Ruoyu's heart. She hid in the cubicle, her fingertips were cold, her tears fell on the keyboard, and the three years of love were nothing but an afterimage. ?"Lin Ruoyu, why are you crying?" He asked coldly, and she fled into the rain with her umbrella unopened. Her tears mixed with the rain, blurring the neon lights on the streets of Shanghai. Since then, her career has been going against her will, and she has struggled every step of the way. Her infatuation has not changed, and her love has never ceased. ? He is the god under her lamp, and she is the dust beside his desk. The broken lamp is swaying, the tears are exhausted, the heart is dry, the workplace is ups and downs, how to understand the word love? ? This article will be updated daily, and I would like to cry with you all: If it rains in this life, can I get an inch of warm light?
Purpose: This article is about the tragedy of infatuation under the dim light of the workplace. Lin Ruoyu, a mortal girl, has been secretly in love with her boss Gu Lingchuan for three years in the cold rain. She has been secretly putting in all her efforts, but all she got was an empty dream. She shed tears in the lonely shadow of the broken lamp, but was unwilling to sink. She wanted to use her perseverance to find an inch of warmth in the adversity in the workplace. Although this love is bitter, there is truth hidden in the bitterness, and I want to tell the world: Love may be fruitless, but it is also a tempering of the heart; even if the workplace is ups and downs, one should constantly strive for self-improvement. I hope readers can feel the pain of her infatuation through tears, realize her unyielding ambition, and encourage each other to endure the storms of life, keeping a sense of warmth and waiting for the spring breeze to rise again.