"Mr. Qi, our system architect is here."
When the figure who had disappeared for seven years re-entered the conference room, the pen in Qi Yu's hand fell to the ground.
Yan Xia is no longer the girl who stays up late knitting scarves for him.
As the youngest technical director of a technology company, her calm and sharp fingers now type only cold codes on the keyboard. When fate turned the former lover into a relationship between Party A and Party B, she insisted on only talking about the agreement, not one-day love.
On that rainy night, Qi Yu stood soaked in front of her house, holding the music box she broke to pieces.
Intention: I am free