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In this bustling city, Lin Yue felt like an inconspicuous screw, constantly spinning at high speed, confined within the cramped cubicle of her office, diligently working day in and day out.
The company she worked for resembled a brutal battlefield, with competition so fierce it bordered on the extreme. To secure her place in this fast-paced and high-pressure environment, her life was fragmented by work, leaving little room for anything else.
Before dawn broke and while the entire city still lay in slumber, Lin Yue forced herself to shake off the drowsiness and struggled to rise from her warm bed. She hurriedly washed up, threw on a slightly wrinkled business outfit, and rushed to the bus stop.
At this hour, the bus stop was already crowded, with people packed together like sardines, each face showing signs of fatigue and numbness. As the bus approached slowly, the crowd surged forward like a tide. Lin Yue was swept along with them; inside the cramped bus, she found herself nearly suspended on tiptoe, her body contorted by the pressure of those around her. Raising her hand became a challenge as various unpleasant odors assaulted her senses.
Despite this discomfort, she dared not slack off for even a moment. She made an effort to free one hand in the tight space, gripping her work report tightly while reciting it under her breath. Her mind raced through various details of project plans, her brow furrowed with focus and anxiety.
At night, the city transformed into a dreamlike wonderland adorned with neon lights, resembling a vast city that never sleeps. However, Lin Yue had no heart to appreciate the dazzling nightscape. She often found herself trapped in the office working late into the night, surrounded by silence except for the cold and glaring light of her computer screen reflecting off her weary face.
Mountains of paperwork loomed before her like insurmountable peaks that seemed never-ending. Mechanically flipping through documents, her pen scratched across paper incessantly while bloodshot eyes struggled to stay open. Occasionally she would rub her sore eyes or stretch to relieve some fatigue but would soon dive back into work. The relentless meetings only added to her misery.
In the conference room, she faced her supervisor's critical and stern gaze while navigating the undercurrents of rivalry among colleagues and striving to meet seemingly unattainable performance targets.
Her voice often turned hoarse from prolonged speaking and discussion; each word felt like it was tearing at her throat. Her mind remained in a state of high tension, akin to a taut bowstring ready to snap at any moment.
It seemed that work was the only color in her life. Social activities were squeezed out completely; invitations from old friends were met with reluctant refusals as connections dwindled over time.
Family gatherings had become a luxury; she could hardly remember the last time she enjoyed a meal with her parents. Even brief phone calls with her mother were rushed exchanges before hanging up due to lack of time.
It was an evening that appeared ordinary yet was destined to be anything but; as darkness descended, the city's clamor showed no signs of diminishing.
After finishing her shift, Lin Yue dragged her heavy legs, feeling as if they were leaden, slowly making her way to the bus stop. Her steps were sluggish and unhurried, as if her soul had been drained away, leaving only a weary shell behind. The echoes of various trivial matters from work still lingered in her mind, with her boss's stern criticism ringing in her ears: "Lin Yue, your proposal is terrible; it completely fails to meet expectations. Are you even putting in any effort?"
The subtle power struggles among colleagues also left her feeling unsettled. The seemingly casual jabs and backstabbing actions exhausted her beyond measure. And then there were the performance targets that seemed impossible to achieve, weighing down on her like a mountain pressing heavily on her heart.
These pressures wrapped around her like a tightening spell, making it hard for her to breathe. Her eyes reflected exhaustion and confusion, completely unaware of the danger that was about to strike.
As she crossed the street, Lin Yue's phone suddenly vibrated. It was a caring message from her mother: "Lin Yue, don’t work too hard. Remember to eat on time." Reading the message brought a pang of sorrow to Lin Yue's heart, and her eyes began to well up. Just as she was about to reply, expressing her longing and guilt towards her mother, a sharp screech of brakes shattered the night.
Lin Yue's eyes widened in terror as she turned her head and saw a car barreling towards her like a wild beast out of control. In that instant, her heart seemed to stop, and time felt frozen.
The car's headlights blinded her, the intense light turning everything around her into a blinding white haze. Her body felt as if it had been paralyzed by an invisible force, rendering her unable to react.
Then came a jolt of excruciating pain; it felt as if she had been struck by a heavy hammer before being thrown uncontrollably into the air. In that moment suspended above the ground, her mind went blank, filled only with endless fear.
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