A late confession opens a different chapter in life.

In the dark of the night, the female supervisor was still wearing a cutting-down, dark-coloured suit with a shirt and a shirt and a shirt, and the male staff was standing by her side to report data, and her eyes were moving towards her wrist, and the light was pulling two people in close range, and she was whispering to correct his mistakes, breathing close, his fingers were so close, that she didn't feel touch her fingertips, the air was suddenly sinking, and she didn't walk away, she was working on her neck, moving slowly and naturally, and the window was getting hotter, and it was getting hotter, and the lights were burning in the outside of the window, and her eyes were locked straight into his eyes, breathing in a quiet room, and his throat was clear.