Guangzhou, Li District, Lanxinyuan Residential Complex.
Zhang Yan sat at the computer in the corner of the living room, seriously reading one news report after another about "Tang Song" and the "Xuanji Light Realm." Orange was curled up beside her hand, its fluffy tail brushing over the back of her hand from time to time, bringing a faint, warm sense of reality.
As a member of Xingyun International Group's marketing team assigned to the special collaboration with Xuanji Light Realm, she had come into contact with this information almost immediately, and was even clear on the company's entire follow-up traffic-buying and marketing plan.
Now, Tang Song's name had already stirred up quite a splash within a certain range, and the ripples were still spreading.
It was foreseeable that when Xuanji Light Realm's products were truly released and entered the mass consumer market, this wave of attention would only grow fiercer. Even ordinary people who did not follow the tech circle would know that such an outstanding young man existed.
The WeChat icon flashed in the corner of the screen. It was a stream of messages from Lu Lu, full of amazement and sighs.
Zhang Yan's gaze fell back onto the detailed résumés in the reports.
Line after line of text outlined an image that shone brilliantly, yet felt unfamiliar to her.
For the first time, she saw the whole of him so clearly.
So it turned out that the boy in her memories really had, like the protagonists in those hot-blooded comics he had loved most in middle school, reached a height she could barely even imagine.
If she had known earlier that the real him was so dazzling, standing atop such clouds, she probably would never have dared add him on WeChat at all, let alone write that confession