The night is bottomless, like a huge piece of black satin, wrapping the whole world tightly. In Lin Yue's room, the computer screen emitted a pale light, reflecting her tired but focused face. The keyboard was tapped rapidly by her fingers, making a crackling sound, as if she was racing against time. She is an online writer, and she has stayed up several nights in a row in order to catch up on the novel that is due tomorrow. Her eyes were bloodshot and dry as if they were on fire, but she didn't dare to stop at all. The strange stories in her mind were like a surging tide, pushing her forward.
