*Runze's POV*
By four in the afternoon, the last of the visitors had trickled out, leaving the studio quiet.
Bael had intentionally waited outside in his car until the street cleared. He knew that if the Chairman of Wuchen Group walked through the door during peak hours, the focus would instantly shift away from R.Z and onto corporate politics. He waited until the last potential client stepped out onto the sidewalk before coming inside himself, holding a simple wrap of fresh white lilies and eucalyptus.
Liang Feng and Meng Tai were the only ones left in the main room, finishing up the last of the packing boxes near the back shelf. The moment Bael set the flowers down on my desk, I stepped straight into his arms and stayed there for a long time.
