It wasn't her self-awareness or Xu Yang's persuasion that freed Farosa from her short video addiction; it was the earthquake.
Suddenly, the room kept swaying, the content on the smart desk flickered ceaselessly, and eventually dimmed completely as if the network cables had been severed. Farosa was just getting to the interesting part, and now that she couldn't indulge her wish, she was immediately irritated.
"I want to watch something nice." For some reason, Farosa had developed a particular fondness for these amusing humans, but she couldn't stop herself, like a monkey scratching wildly inside her heart.
She wanted to keep watching, keep watching, keep watching, without end...
"Then I can't conjure up the internet either," Xu Yang shrugged, "Perhaps the Ratmen are back again."
"But it's very quiet outside," Farosa approached the window as the aftershocks quickly subsided, "There's also no activity from the companies."
