She picked up the landline and started to make contact.
In some people's eyes, the landline is an outdated relic, while in others', it is a symbol of status.
If Jinghai were not a hospital and Zhuang Jing were not the face and voice of contemporary psychology, they probably wouldn't have a landline.
Gu Ran has never dared to ask who Zhuang Jing usually calls with the landline on her desk, who calls her, and what they talk about.
"Mr. Gu, please come in." The secretary hung up the phone.
"Thank you." Gu Ran smiled.
As he walked into the office, Zhuang Jing was just getting up from her office chair.
"Sit." She sat down on the sofa in the reception area, where the afternoon sunlight streamed in, casting a playful dance of light and shadow, illuminating the hem of her clothes.
Gu Ran thought of narcissus flowers in the warm winter sun.
"Did you dream again at noon?" Zhuang Jing asked.
"Yes." Gu Ran elaborately recounted the matters of 'Heart Wall Cave' and 'Restart August'.
