Chapter 128

"Hmm, okay." An Ruoxue put down her mouse and reached up to massage her aching neck. As she tilted her head back, she glanced out the window. The sky outside had turned gray, and the damp, gloomy atmosphere carried a hint of humidity—it was the kind of overcast weather An Ruoxue despised. The weather always subtly influenced a person's mood, and An Ruoxue was the type of woman whose spirits were easily swayed by it. The somber weather made her feel somewhat stifled, especially given the unpleasant events that had occurred in her life recently. Looking out the window, her mood mirrored the gray sky—it was as if a thin veil had been drawn over her vision, obscuring the distant scenery no matter how hard she tried to see it clearly.