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In the publisher's office the next day, sunlight streamed through the windows, casting dappled shadows on the floor. Bai Huaiyu and Jiang NanJin sat at their respective workstations, focused on their tasks. The air was filled with a faint aroma of coffee and the scent of paper, creating an atmosphere that seemed calm and ordinary.
However, beneath this tranquil surface lay a brewing conflict. When Bai Huaiyu suggested modifying a plot point in the upcoming comic, a flicker of displeasure crossed Jiang NanJin's eyes.
"Bai Huaiyu, I don't think this plot needs any changes," Jiang NanJin said with a hint of coldness in his tone. "Such alterations would disrupt the original narrative flow."
Bai Huaiyu appeared somewhat uneasy. "But I feel that if we don't make adjustments, this plot point might come off as jarring to the readers."
"You are worrying too much," Jiang NanJin interrupted her, his tone becoming more resolute. "I have great confidence in my creation. This plot point has been carefully considered and does not need to be changed."
Bai Huaiyu felt a sense of being overlooked, and a look of dissatisfaction appeared on her face. "But as an editor, I also have the responsibility to express my views on the work. You can't completely disregard my opinion just because you are the creator."
A hint of impatience flashed across Jiang NanJin's face, and his tone became sharp: "Bai Huaiyu, you need to understand that as a creator, my understanding of the work is far deeper than yours. Your suggestions are sometimes too subjective."
This remark offended Bai Huaiyu, and a spark of anger flickered in her eyes: "Jiang NanJin, what kind of attitude is that? Am I not allowed to express my own opinions about the work?"
The atmosphere instantly became tense, and the confrontation between Jiang NanJin and Bai Huaiyu seemed to freeze the air in the office. Both of them insisted on their viewpoints, showing no signs of compromise.
In the publisher's office, the originally harmonious atmosphere turned tense and awkward due to this small dispute. The air felt thick with unspoken pressure, transforming the once relaxed creative environment into a heavy one. Bai Huaiyu sat at his desk, gripping his pen tightly, his brow furrowed, and his eyes reflecting confusion and self-doubt.
She kept replaying the scene of the argument with Jiang NanJin in her mind, filled with confusion and unease. Bai Huaiyu's lack of confidence was particularly evident at that moment; she doubted whether she truly understood Jiang NanJin and if she had the ability to resolve this misunderstanding. Her fingers lightly tapped on the table as she continuously thought about possible solutions.
Meanwhile, Jiang NanJin remained indifferent, focused on his drawing board, with no emotional fluctuations on his face. His gaze was deep, as if he buried all his emotions and thoughts deep within. His reclusive personality was fully displayed at that moment, as if he were an isolated island, cut off from the world.
The clock in the office ticked steadily, time quietly slipping away in silence. Bai Huaiyu and Jiang Nanjin, once deeply connected partners, had become so estranged due to this misunderstanding, as if the distance between them had suddenly widened.
When the workday finally came to an end, they each packed their belongings and prepared to leave. The office was devoid of the usual conversations and laughter, replaced instead by heavy footsteps and a palpable sense of helplessness. Bai Huaiyu kept his head down, tightly gripping his bag, while Jiang Nanjin's gaze remained deep and his expression still bore that cold indifference. They left the office in silence, the air between them thick with unresolved conflicts and profound regret.
As night fell, the glow of the streetlights illuminated their lonely figures, Bai Huaiyu and Jiang NanJin. The once strong understanding and connection between them felt particularly distant and desolate on this evening.
In the quiet of the night, Bai Huaiyu lay in bed, with only a faint moonlight filtering through the curtains. Her gaze was blank as she stared at the ceiling, her thoughts replaying the argument with Jiang NanJin. Every detail of that conversation, every word, kept resurfacing in her mind. A look of confusion and helplessness unconsciously crossed her face, her eyes shimmering with unease and guilt.
Her breathing was somewhat irregular, and her heartbeat had slightly quickened. Bai Huaiyu was accustomed to facing every challenge in life with optimism and positivity, but on this night, she felt an unprecedented sense of confusion and vulnerability. She let out a soft sigh, turned over, and sat up, wrapping her arms around her knees.
"What did I do wrong?" she murmured to herself, her voice filled with doubt and uncertainty. She reflected on her actions, wondering if she had truly hurt Jiang NanJin or if some of her words and deeds had been too impulsive.
She recalled Jiang NanJin's indifferent expression, and a wave of pain surged within her. "I really don't want to lose this friendship." Her voice was low, as if she were confessing her inner fears and helplessness to herself or to the void around her.
Bai Huaiyu fumbled for the small lamp on her bedside table and turned on the soft light, illuminating her furrowed brow. She knew she needed to come up with a solution to the problem, but at that moment, she felt particularly powerless and exhausted.
The night was deep, but Bai Huaiyu's heart could not settle into the quiet of the city. It was still filled with turmoil and unease, unsure of how to mend the rift between her and Jiang NanJin. This night felt unusually long and difficult for Bai Huaiyu, who was usually full of energy.
As the night fell, Jiang NanJin sat alone on the balcony, his figure appearing somewhat lonely under the faint moonlight. He held a cigarette in his hand, the smoke slowly rising into the night sky, contrasting sharply with the surrounding silence. His gaze was deep as he stared into the distant night sky, seemingly searching for answers.
His face bore a hint of barely perceptible indifference, but beneath that indifference lay deep contemplation. Jiang NanJin had always been calm and somewhat reclusive, accustomed to burying his emotions deep within. However, this time, the argument with Bai Huaiyu unexpectedly struck a sensitive chord in his heart.
He exhaled a puff of smoke and murmured to himself, "Bai Huaiyu, why can't you understand me?" There was a trace of helplessness and frustration in his voice. Although he had always insisted on his creative perspective, he felt an unprecedented challenge in the face of Bai Huaiyu's differing opinions.
His gaze gradually became complex, as if he was struggling with whether or not to compromise with Bai Huaiyu. Beneath his cold exterior lay a heart full of passion for creation. Jiang NanJin was well aware that his personality made him difficult to approach, which often resulted in him appearing sharp and distant during interactions with others.
He exhaled a long puff of smoke, his eyes growing even deeper. This dispute was not only about creative differences but also touched on the relationship between him and Bai Huaiyu. Jiang NanJin knew he needed to find a way to resolve this misunderstanding, yet his heart remained filled with contradictions and confusion.
The night breeze gently blew, dispersing the smoke in front of him, but it could not clear the confusion in his heart. On this quiet night, Jiang NanJin's inner world was both calm and turbulent, much like the faint indifference that often graced his face, concealing a complex and profound soul beneath.
The next day, their interactions in the office became particularly awkward. Bai Huaiyu sat at her desk, occasionally stealing glances at Jiang NanJin, but whenever he looked her way, she quickly turned her head to avoid eye contact. Her fingers unconsciously rubbed the pen in her hand as she struggled internally with whether she should take the initiative to reconcile with Jiang NanJin.
Jiang NanJin was still immersed in his own creations, but a hint of unease occasionally flickered across his expression. His gaze would occasionally sweep toward Bai Huaiyu's direction, only to be quickly withdrawn. He had always considered himself rational and objective, but this conflict made him begin to question whether his attitude was too rigid.
As the afternoon wore on, the silence between the two grew heavier. The other colleagues in the office sensed the unusual atmosphere, but no one dared to break the silence.
A wave of disappointment surged within Bai Huaiyu as she silently returned to her seat, tears welling up in her eyes. She couldn't understand why her good intentions were misunderstood, nor could she grasp why Jiang NanJin was so adamant in his views.
Jiang NanJin let out a long sigh in his heart. He didn't want this emotion to affect his work, but he also didn't know how to face Bai Huaiyu. He felt both determination and hesitation, unsure of how this conflict would impact their relationship.
As night fell once again, the two of them packed their things and quietly left the office. They walked home, maintaining a distance between each other, their minds filled with endless thoughts and questions.
That night, Bai Huaiyu and Jiang NanJin tossed and turned in their respective rooms, feeling confused and helpless. Their relationship had become even more fragile and distant due to this misunderstanding. It seemed that this conflict and miscommunication had not found an appropriate resolution.
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