Canary [Main Attack] Ch. 96

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Chapter 96: Departure

There was sound of paper being flipped page by page.

The new tea on the coffee table was already cold for some time, and the heat that had been lingering in the air had already dissipated, turning into the coldness of the room. The bronze-colored tea water sat in the white porcelain teacup, and gradually deepened over time, so deep that the bottom was invisible, as if it was full of bitterness.

*rustle*

One document was picked up and the other was put down.

The slightly retro-style clock on the wall was sneakily ticking, and the hour and minute hands were swaying slowly, not stopping for anyone. Instead of feeling the silence of the room, they tried to create movement in the quiet space. The hour hand and the minute hand intersect with each other, and then slowly separate, marking a past and present.

When the short hour hand and the slender minute hand overlapped, Mr. Bai, who was sitting quietly on the sofa approving documents, remained silent and quiet as always, but his eyes trembled slightly. It was as if he had noticed the change in time, or as if he had merely blinked.

No one could know how he was feeling at the moment.

*rustle*

The pen stroked a signature on the paper, and pulled out a little melody in the lonely late night.

Mr. Bai was still in the living room, and the pile of documents like a hill gradually dwindled. When the last document was left, Mr. Bai seemed to be tired, he put down his pen, and then he left from the sofa. Mr. Bai, who had left his job, seemed to finally notice the cold tea on the coffee table. He took the teacup to the kitchen and brewed a new pot of tea himself.

Picked out the tea leaves, he looked carefully at the palm of his hand, and the dark green tea leaves were tightly curled up in the palm of his hand.

Mr. Bai put these tightly wrapped tea leaves into the pot, and then poured the boiling water. The hot water rushed into the pot, and the smoke wrapped the hot air and hugged the tea leaves one by one, gradually infiltrating the whole group of tea leaves from the outside. Then it melted little by little, and softened and dissolved the originally cold, hard and fragile tea.

Mr. Bai looked at the teapot lightly, his eyes were drenched in the hot mist, one could not feel the warmth of his eyes. Could only know that his eyes were pale and empty.

The tea was successfully brewed, and Mr. Bai enjoyed a hot cup of tea. He felt the hot tea moistened into his throat, nourished his icy body, and making his somewhat stiff limbs stretched out. He slowly walked back to the living room, the hall was empty in the middle of the night, and there seemed to be an indelible chill in the air.

Mr. Bai started to read the document again.

The last document seemed to write about a very important project, and Mr. Bai read it slowly and carefully. It's just a document was sitting there, no matter how slow he read it, there would always be time to finish reading it. Mr. Bai wrote and signed the last page of the document slowly, which meant that a project had been approved and his work was over.

The night should also be over.

The deep night was scattered by the light from nowhere, and the darkness of the night with no boundaries was pierced. The broken night struggled to stay in the air, reluctant to leave. As a result, the gradually dazzling light did not hesitate to swallow up the pieces of broken night, and sprinkle a bit of light all over the world.

The night was over.

Mr. Bai stared blankly at the bright sky outside the window. At this moment, the light suddenly pierced his eyes, making him feel empty.

He stood silently, and then he finally took off and walked outside.

There was a small garden in front of the villa. Mr. Bai looked at the beautiful flowers there, but he didn't have much emotion in his heart. Looked at the golden appearance outside, he always felt less comfortable than the darkness.

In what way the darkness could be retained?

What could be done to stop the spread of light?

Mr. Bai pondered, and at this moment he suddenly had a feeling. He looked up, and saw a figure approaching in the distance, the body was covered with light, and the ends of the hair were stained with dew. He clearly walked leisurely and unrestrained, but Mr. Bai felt inexplicably that he was walking like a mess.

He came back.

Ren Yue looked at Mr. Bai who was standing on the steps. He squinted and couldn't see Mr. Bai's expression hidden in the sun. He didn't care, he just smiled and said, "I'm back."

Then, he was hugged tightly.

The slightly cool embrace made people feel warm, and the strength was so strong that he felt his flesh was kneaded, but it was just right not to make him feel uncomfortable. Ren Yue looked at Mr. Bai, who seemed to want to embed himself in him, and lowered his eyes with a rare softness. He said again: "I'm back."

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