Today the company still fired him on the grounds of incompetence.,Li Qingning had a faint, elegant fragrance that was both soothing and heartwarming. When she spoke, her voice was soft and gentle, like a warm breeze brushing past your ear.,It was already midnight, and there were far fewer people on the street. The air felt cool and carried a haze of dust. These past few years had been particularly bad for smog in Kyoto. Li Qingning wore a mask and, walking back along the dimly lit streets, she linked arms with Jiang Yang.。