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After finishing his next script and casually browsing the forum, Xu Shuo left the Script Space.
The rental room was pitch-dark, except for some street lights casting their glow through the tightly shut balcony, faintly illuminating the empty space.
Feeling a hollow sense of hunger, Xu Shuo sat for a while before getting up and heading to the kitchen, taking out some cabbage from the fridge, and leisurely preparing his belated dinner.
After dinner, he returned to his room and turned on his laptop to continue working. At ten o'clock sharp, his phone chimed with a new message notification.
Xu Xi had sent a "Good night"; Xu Shuo quickly tapped a shortcut reply and then continued looking at his computer.
The two of them didn't interact much usually. After all, one was studying in school while the other was busy with work. Their messages were mostly terse greetings and a string of "Good night" texts sent at different times, serving to confirm that the other was still alive.
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