It was 11:17 p.m..She rushed into the house with her 15" Mac Book Pro, figure-fit black wool coat and grey fur bag. She handily threw her door key onto the shoe cabinet at the entrance, with her high heels left near the cabinet. She put her things on the sofa and glanced around the living room, recognizing the man sitting in front of the computer and watching the playback of City Forum. Her stomach was weeping depressingly, forcing her to grab a cup noodle or some biscuits or whatever in the kitchen for her life's sake.
It was 11:24 p.m.. The kitchen was always bright and tidy, unlike her messy room full of papers and books and dolls. She pulled apart the doors of the brown wall cupboard of fine grain by the window, searching for something ready-to-eat. Suddenly a small flashing red light caught her attention. That was a rice cooker in heat-preservation mode putting near the refrigerator. She opened it. A smell of sour and sweet stimulated her sense organs. She carefully took the dish out from the cooker with a dishcloth. They were boiled choi sum and fried eggs with tomato. There was a smile in her eyes.
It was 11:38 p.m.. She finished her dinner in haste and washed the dish in a minute, then got into her chaotic bedroom and worked on the new advertisement of the Lunar New Year events of Hong Kong Disneyland.
It was 01:51 a.m.. Had her eyes went dry and turned red after a while, she got into the washroom and took a shower. When she was back, she found a cup of hot green tea on her desk. She looked out of her bedroom door; the living was in the deepest dark. The man who was sitting in the living room has already turned to bed. Yet she could feel his temperature left on the dilapidated computer chair. She gently picked up the old-fashioned reading glass on the computer desk, staring at a well-decorated photo of a young lady in faded color. She smiled sweetly. Then turned to her room again, wondering if she would finish before the sunrise.
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