The moment Shen Yi fell down from his workstation, he was still holding half a cup of cold instant coffee in his hand.
After working overtime for forty-two consecutive hours, my heart seemed to be clenched and unclenched, loosened and clenched again. His last consciousness stayed on the line "Requirements Document_v23_Final Version_Really Final. Doc" on the computer screen, and there was even a bitter smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.
This smile was frozen in another time and space.
