Last Bus

Lin Yue rubbed her sore eyes that were about to burst. Her bloodshot eyes stared at the lower right corner of the computer screen. The number one o'clock in the morning was so red that it looked like a curse from hell, announcing that her energy was about to be completely drained. The office was eerily silent. The only sound was the sound of her typing on the keyboard, which was mechanical and dull. It echoed repeatedly in the empty and silent space. Every sound was like a death knell counting down to fate, making her eardrums hurt. Finally completing the project that had been tormenting her for so long, like a devil, she stood up with difficulty while holding on to the table. Her spine made a "click" sound, as if in protest of the long suffering. Every muscle was as heavy as being pressed by a boulder, unable to move. Dragging her lead-filled legs, she packed up her things and moved to the elevator step by step. She just wanted to escape from this cage that was exhausting her physically and mentally. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.