After parting ways with Carrie, Clara wandered aimlessly down the street, finding herself drawn almost by instinct to the vicinity of the Yinteng Group tower—a place she hadn't visited in quite some time.

Gazing up at the towering, futuristic glass monolith bathed in

It was the dead of night.

Clara and Carrie were both burning the midnight oil, holed up in their respective homes editing videos while chatting over a voice call.

Having finished her edits earlier than Clara, Carrie found herself with idle time and offered some st

For an ordinary person, one's favorite pastime was aimlessly scrolling on their phone. Right now, however, Clara's phone felt less like a gadget and more like a glowing, white-hot yam. Tossing it away was out of the question; keeping it was a psychological haz