The sunlight streamed in, very comfortably.
Joanna was stunned again, her mouth slightly open, unable to say a word.
When my boss took credit for a project I did without giving me any recognition, I wanted to vent to Joanna and get some comfort.
Who would have thought that Joanna, playing games with her friends, would coldly interrupt me and say, "I don't care about your work. Reflect on whether you're competent enough."
Now she blamed me for not discussing it with her.
It's really funny.
I took a deep breath, stood in the sunlight, looked at Joanna, and said calmly, "Let's break up."
Since Joanna hadn't mentioned it for a long time, I would bring it up first.
The food in Joanna's hand suddenly fell to the ground.
"It's my fault for not watching the sunrise with you.
"Let's calm down first."
Joanna's eyes were a bit evasive.
"I'm very calm now. There are too many problems between us..."
I said.
"I'm almost late for work. I'm leaving first."
But Joanna didn't continue listening. Instead, she turned and ran out of the study, slamming the door behind her.
As if not communicating would make the problem disappear.
I didn't dwell on it much and refocused on my work.
But then.