Li Jiangran leaned over the desk, continuously writing and drawing with a black gel pen on her book, documenting her thoughts and arguments in the book's margins. She kept writing without pause, stopping only to think, until she finally wrote the last line of notes neatly, enabling her to lift her head, pondering the knowledge she had just gained from the book as she closed it.
In front of her desk was an exquisite and elegant round window, through which she could see the deep purple night sky, with the cold moonlight spreading within the purple hue.
It's getting late.
While thinking this, she reached for the desk lamp switch, adjusting the brightness to the lowest setting.
