When she left the café, the previously clear sky began to drizzle, a winter rain that felt penetratingly cool as it hit her wool coat.
While waiting for her driver, Su Ziceng hunched her shoulders and wrapped her clothes more tightly around her. Her raised collar conveniently covered her face, revealing only her eyes. The scenes from the café mere moments ago were still replaying in her mind.
Within just one short hour, it was as if she had been through a life and death rally. The tension that Su Ziceng had been sustaining was finally easing, leaving her body feeling weak from the mental exertion.
Her energy might have been sapped, yet her steps were surprisingly light. Su Ziceng couldn't help stepping into puddles, exhaling the cold air, and for the first time in her life, she was experiencing that joy of success, a sensation incomparably wonderful.
