Han-Wind Decree: Hairpins Stain Her Pale Hands

At two in the morning, a few lights still shone in the Xingtu Interactive office building. An Kasha rubbed her throbbing temples and saved the last copy of the “2024 Core Player Retention Analysis Report” to the server. The iced Americano on her desk had long since gone cold. Condensation beaded on the cup and ran down its sides, leaving a small dark stain on the desktop, much like the exhaustion she could barely hide in her eyes.