Happiness. At that time, he didn't know anything. How could the office be connected with happiness?
Wasn't it happiness to get along with the people she was willing to get along with and do what she was willing to do? He looked at her with pity, and his big eyes were full of unspeakable charm.
Now, he understood that it was indeed a kind of happiness to be able to do what he was willing to do and to stay with the people he was willing to get along with.
He opened the drawer and found a bag of Brazil original-flavored coffee beans in it. It was her favorite drink. However, the beans were still there. Where had she gone? He would leave here in the future, and perhaps this office would belong to someone else. The connection between him and her, the traces of him and her, would slowly disap
