In the sleepless, lit-up night of Jiang City, there was also a window that belonged to Guan Yongyi.
Her heartache tonight began with a series of photos from a friend's social media post.
Before nightfall, the short-haired girl was still at Le Ying Law Firm, dealing with an intellectual property case.
"Guan Guan, head back early today," said her mentoring lawyer Shang Lingzhi as she prepared to leave, "I have a date tonight, and we can finish preparing the materials tomorrow."
She smiled and waved at Guan Guan.
"Uh... okay, Sister Lingzhi."
Ten minutes later, Guan Yongyi put down the case files and signing pen and habitually took out her phone, planning to check messages before heading back.
But there were no unread messages in private chats, and the groups were very quiet, with only a few scattered notifications about the weather.
Was it because she had set no alerts, that's why messages didn't pop up?
Normally she'd exchange at least a few words each day.
