On the narrow single bed, Jiang Yao had pressed a human-shaped dent into the fluffy comforter. She lay on her stomach fiddling with her phone, a lazy look on her face, her slender calves crossed and occasionally kicking up and down.
Wan sat at the nearby computer desk. On the faintly glowing screen was an unfinished business proposal.
The rented apartment was tiny—just one bedroom and a living room. The bed, computer desk, and a display cabinet took up most of the floor, filling the space with a sense of cramped security. With the curtains drawn, it felt like a small, sealed cardboard box.
The two young women were content to lie in their "cardboard box," discussing deeply personal topics.
Lately, Jiang Yao had been coming over to Wan's place more and more often. The day before yesterday, she'd even spent the night, not wanting to go home. The two of them had squeezed onto the single bed, cheek to cheek, where any move to turn over would make the other let out a little gasp.
