A Pigeon's Daily Life

When you think I'm going to ghost you, I ghost you. In a way, that still counts as not ghosting.

As a successor to the new era, Lin Jinghong lay back in his chair, staring at the writing software on his screen, his brow furrowed as if faced with an incredibly difficult choice.

Who knows how long passed before the troubled look faded from Lin Jinghong's face. He stretched lazily, then decisively ditched the novel he was working on and opened Cells at Work!