A Life in Paper and Ink

Late at night, Lin Qian slowly typed the final character, then quickly skimmed through the ending. Satisfied, she clicked Send. “Are you really sure you don't want to think it over?” A voice suddenly rang out in the otherwise empty room!

“Who is it?” Lin Qian hurriedly shut her laptop and scanned the entire room.

“Darling, it's me!” The soft voice sounded beside her ear again. A flash of white light passed, and Lin Qian's consciousness began to fade...