Late at night, Ning Chu had changed into her cozy Totoro-themed loungewear. Her hands danced across the keyboard, typing the final words of her draft before hitting send.

Raising her arms, she let out a lazy yawn, stretching her stiff body after two hours of sitting. Rubbing her sore neck, she grumbled, "Why is there so much to do every day? It’s like I can’t ever catch a break."

Sitting on the couch, Wen Yang heard her complaints and looked up with a smile. "Finished writing?"

"Today’s part, at least," Ning Chu replied, propping her chin on one hand as …