Modu, Sailing Tower.
The sunlight pierced through the sparse clouds, casting glimmers of brilliance upon the building's glass curtain wall, while freshly sprayed water droplets on the leaves of the green plants nearby sparkled with dazzling golden light under the sun.
The busy day for the working crowd had long since begun.
Youyou sat in front of the computer, her hands on the keyboard, slender fingers tapping rapidly as she typed out an advertising copy for "Arms Tycoon."
She looked at it, muttered to herself, and felt quite dissatisfied.
With no choice, she hit the 'delete' key, grabbed her head with both hands, her soft hair becoming somewhat disheveled, and her beauty intensified by her peachy cheeks—which were full of vitality early in the morning—while strands of hair dangled messily on her nose tip and cheeks, adding a touch of disarray that elicited sympathy.
"Morning, Youyou."
