Yanjing Sky City.
It was the early morning of midwinter, and the sky was still a deep, gloomy ink blue.
The streetlights cast orange halos that blended with the lingering darkness, spreading circles of hazy warmth through the chilly air. Tang Song jogged along the neighborhood path while speaking through his Bluetooth earbuds.
"—So, the future core of Xuanji Light Realm lies in seamless interaction and prediction. Technology should exist like air, knowing what users need before they do. The neuromorphic computing and contextual awareness algorithms we're developing now are laying the groundwork for that direction—"
Liu Qingning's sleepy mumble came through the earbuds, cutting him off. "Mm—okay, okay, Mr. Tang, I got your strategic analysis—can we hang up now? I really haven't slept enough—not that I'm throwing a tantrum—I'm dead tired—"
She seemed to turn over, and the rustling of fabric came through.
Her voice grew even more muffled, as if she were speaking into her pillow. "If you want to send voice messages in the future—pick a more civilized time. Don't act like we're in high school. It's only past six in the morning, and it's the middle of winter."
Tang Song's mouth twitched. Helplessly, he said, "All right, go back to sleep. Bye bye, darling."
"Bye bye—" Her voice was nearly inaudible.
Then the call-end tone sounded in his ear.
Tang Song let out a breath, his expression a little strange.
Back when he had been abroad, the time difference had naturally interrupted his routine morning video and voice calls with Liu Qingning.
Now that he was back in the country, the time difference had completely reverted as well, yet he discovered—
His White Moonlight seemed to have completely given up.
All she wanted was to sleep until she woke naturally.
Even when they talked about technical