The entire office only had one table, with workstations for two people facing each other. It was truly somewhat abstract.
The table was clean and tidy, yet it seemed even more crowded due to the computers and notebooks from both people being placed on it. Occasionally, some fruit would also be added to the mix.
Couldn't they find a second table?
I don't know, Pei Muchan didn't mention it, and Xu Qingyan didn't ask.
This proximity meant she only needed to occasionally lift her head to see what Xu Qingyan was doing, and she could speak without coughing - even a whisper could be heard.
Some entity called personal space was quietly being erased.
Luckily Xu Qingyan reminded me at noon, and I contacted several production crews in the afternoon, sending "Qing Tian" their way. Additionally, I chatted with a few friends who could pull some strings, and I've just gotten back.
