The afternoon sunlight spilled lazily through the curtains of Zi Han's room, bathing the room in a soft golden glow, but despite how warm the room looked, the atmosphere between Zi Han and Ming Ye remained oddly restrained.
Zi Han rested her cheek against the desk absentmindedly, one hand flipping through a stack of past questions she had already revised twice over. At this point, even studying had begun to lose its ability to distract her. Without her phone, without her laptop, without any way to contact the outside world, the days had started blending together into something painfully repetitive. She never thought a time would come where she found studying unbearable.
She missed her electronics desperately.
Her phone.
Her laptop.
Even the simple comfort of scrolling through meaningless things online felt luxurious now.
