The humid rainy season always reminded Jiang Wanyi of that summer, by the floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor of the library, when Shen Xinghe pushed a cup of warm latte toward her. The milk foam dissolved at the rim of the cup, looking precisely like the fine, shimmering morning light gathered on his eyelashes.
At that time, she had only joined Morningstar Capital for three months, following Shen Xinghe as an investment assistant to conduct due diligence on a new energy project. Twenty-four-year-old Jiang Wanyi was like a fresh lily of the valley, carrying the recklessness of a newborn calf. When she argued forcefully over a data discrepancy in the meeting room, there was always someone eyeing the faint outline of her collarbones visible at the collar of her white shirt.
"Don't take things too seriously." After the meeting, Shen Xinghe called her back, a scent of mint mixed with tobacco washing over her. "The rules of the game in the capital market have never been something data can explain." The coffee he handed her still retained the warmth of his palm, and the droplets of water on the glass cup moistened her fingertips, akin to some secret electric shock.
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