Dressed in a pure white suit, he looked like a prince and walked into the central position with a woman in a long skirt.
Henry knelt on one knee and confessed to the woman with humility and devotion.
I couldn't hear what he said because of the long distance.
But he should be saying cheesy words like he would be with her all his life.
The laser curtain wall was a famous attraction. Henry's public confession attracted a crowd.
Some took photos, and some cheered.
"Be with him!"
"Marry him!"
The sounds were deafening, which we in an office on the 9th floor could hear clearly.
Everyone in the office was silent.
Everyone looked at me with sympathy, pity, anger, mockery, and gloat.
No one advised me. After all, any word would comfort me at this moment.
Everyone packed up silently and left.
I was the only one standing high and looking at the couple, who were embracing each other under the light curtain.
Not only did Henry arrange fresh flowers, but he also had someone set off purple and red fireworks in the sky.
I was watching them celebrating fervently from upstairs.
But their celebration had nothing to do with me.
The fireworks illuminated the window.