The sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling windows cast two intertwined shadows onto the brand-new company logo. The warmth of Su Yuqing still lingered on the fingertips of Lin Mo, and the blue light of the electronic starter flickered between their tightly laced fingers. The final scene before the System shut down flashed back in his mind—an elderly version of himself embracing an equally aged Su Yuqing, while behind them the bronze plaque of the Lin-Su Foundation gleamed warmly in the setting sun.
"Your palms are sweating." Su Yuqing pulled her fingers away and drew a silk scarf from his suit pocket.
Lin Mo watched her eyelashes tremble slightly in the morning light. For the forty-eighth hour since the System vanished, he heard the accelerated beating of his own heart with unprecedented clarity. Those senses, once dulled by predictive abilities, were awakening like a veil being lifted from the world.
Chapter 41