Liu Piaopiao pushed open the glass door of the office and stepped out. As the product director of the metaverse, she was used to wielding absolute power in virtual worlds. She stared at Ling Lingqi's broad back, and her heart skipped a beat.
She took a deep breath. Her voice sounded like code typed on a keyboard: "Ling Lingqi, do you know that in this age of digital twins everywhere, the only thing with warmth is the wrench in your hands? I've had enough of those insubstantial models. I want something real to hold on to. I like you. I want you to be the only logic running my life in the real world. If you're willing, I'll give you access to all my permissions and never set up a firewall between us."
Theme: If you can't even make sense of the soap bubbles in car-wash water, how could you ever understand my heart?
