Lu Qingtang took the computer, the corners of her lips curved high. Her slender fingers flew across the keyboard like butterflies weaving through flowers, tapping away with fluid, effortless speed, producing a rapid clatter.
Against the pitch-black keyboard, her snow-white fingers caused a series of mysterious, intricate Trojan programs to pour rapidly from her fingertips.
The speed was dazzling enough to make one's head spin.
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