The Han Moon Shines on the Startled Swan

The lights in the office tower pierced the night like countless sharp swords, carving neat cracks into the city's darkness. Xika Sha rubbed her aching temples. Her fingertips hovered over the keyboard for a moment before finally settling on the document title: “Public Opinion Risk Assessment Report: The Controversy Surrounding the Promotion of ‘Huimin Bao.’” The time in the lower-right corner of the screen ticked past 1:17 a.m. Outside the glass walls, the neon lights of the CBD still flickered, making the red veins in her eyes stand out all the more clearly.