The cicadas outside chirped incessantly, as the scorching summer reached its peak.
Gu Qing wore a cool, sleeveless camisole, sitting at her desk.
Her shoulder-length hair was tied up high in a simple ponytail, while the fan gently blew the strands hanging by her face, slightly dispelling the summer heat...
Gu Qing didn't like using air conditioning.
She preferred the sound of the fan, accompanied by the cicadas, offering a unique taste of summer.
*This kind of scene reminded her of the feeling of her rural hometown village when she was a child.*
*In such situations, she could think more deeply about problems.*
On the desk, some papers filled with words and sketches were scattered around.
Gu Qing twirled a pen, gazing intently at the papers on the desk...
The writing on the paper was quite peculiar, a kind of fantastic script resembling a mix of hieroglyphs and cuneiform, complex and intricate.
The paper with the drawing was a hand-drawn map.
