Yen's words were like a soothing oasis in the midst of a desert for Ming, providing a sense of solace that warmed her heart. Her smile widened, embracing the comfort his words brought."You know, you not only sound like him, you speak like him and act like him. The previous Yen, I mean." She lowered her head, her voice tinged with a hint of melancholy as she thought of his apparent demise. "I miss him." Ming's wistful words hung in the air, a poignant reminder of the Yen they had seemingly lost.{Fate works in mysterious ways, huh? She misses him but he's right in front of her. He wants her, but he's not prepared to reveal himself to her.}Stem's voice reverberated in Yen's thoughts, carrying with it a sly chuckle that underscored the irony of their situation. Ming's longing for the Yen she believed was gone clashed with Yen's own hidden presence, and the complexity of their connection hung in the air, a puzzle yet to be unraveled."You'll end up being in silent mode if this keeps on,
With a grin that stretched from ear to ear, Rotlitch hopped into the car alongside Yen. He eagerly turned the key in the ignition, and the vehicle roared to life, surging forward a few seconds later."It was quite the figure, I must admit," Rotlitch remarked, his smile radiant and infectious, illuminating the dimly lit interior of the car."About 150,000,000 Khartos, correct?" Yen inquired, his knowledge of the service's value apparent in his questioning."170,000,000 Khartos to be precise," Rotlitch replied, his correction adding a bit more value to the impressive sum.Yen nodded, his understanding and satisfaction evident. The figure aligned well with his expectations. After all, his services extended beyond the ordinary, such as making an elderly woman in her eighties appear a decade younger, a remarkable achievement unmatched by any other doctor in the city.Yen sat in contemplative silence as they drove back to the company that now had Rotlitch as its acting owner.{You'll have t
Yen rose from his comfy bed, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. His feet met the cool, wooden floor, a gentle reminder that another day had begun. It felt different today, though. Something was amiss, and Yen couldn't help but notice the absence of Stem, the quirky system that usually stirred up a series of little mishaps each morning.As he stretched and yawned, a subtle longing tugged at his heart for the usual chaos that accompanied his mornings. He glanced at the clock on the wall; it had only been a few minutes since he'd opened his eyes. "Stem's probably just in a bad mood," Yen muttered to himself, his voice tinged with a touch of amusement and fondness. With a shrug, he shuffled towards the bathroom, eager to wash off the traces of sleep that clung to him.Exiting the bathroom, Yen emerged ten minutes later, clad in his customary white towel securely fastened around his waist, his damp hair tousled from his showe
{Missed me?} Stem's voice, long absent, reverberated in Yen's ears after hours of silence."No, I did not," Yen replied, his gaze fixed on the pills spread out before him. Despite the interruption, he remained dedicated to evaluating each pill meticulously, a task he had grown proficient in over time.With a deft touch and a discerning sense of smell, he could distinguish the defective pills from the rest, even without Stem's assistance.{No, you did. It's obvious.} Stem's voice took on a mocking tone as it observed Yen's meticulous manual evaluation process."There's no proof," Yen retorted, his hands deftly sorting the pills and tossing the defective ones into a basket in one corner of the room.{Seeing how you're exhausted from this, it's obvious you'll be craving my aid,} Stem chuckled, its digital presence radiating a hint of amusement."Then get to work!" Yen scolded, frustration tainting his voice as he continued to evaluate the pills, relying solely on his sense of smell. His
Wingyu had summoned Cang to his office, and as they sat there, their gaze was locked in an intense exchange. The room itself was discreet, tucked away in the main building, and it gave off an air of secrecy.It was a small, dimly lit space, with the only source of illumination being a single bulb hanging just above the table that separated the two men. The atmosphere was tense, and the shabby surroundings seemed to mirror the gravity of their conversation."You almost caused me a big setback," Wingyu exclaimed, his unwavering gaze fixed on his son-in-law. In the dimly lit room, the cigarette in Cang's mouth emitted a pungent odor that filled the air, growing stronger with each exhale.As the tension mounted, Cang quickly removed the cigarette from his lips, extinguished it, and carefully placed it on the cigarette plate positioned on Wingyu's table. The room seemed to hang heavy with the unspoken words that filled the space between them."We almost did. Not me," Cang retorted, his wor
Yen stepped out of the company's building as the workday drew to a close. He exchanged casual goodbyes with a few colleagues he'd encountered on his way out, making his way towards his car, an exquisite black vehicle that never failed to captivate his attention.As he reached the sleek car, a sudden sneeze escaped him, disrupting the tranquility of the moment. "Achoo!" he involuntarily sneezed, standing before the vehicle, a momentary interruption in the quiet of the evening.{Bless you?} Stem responded with a tone of uncertainty, its virtual presence momentarily pondering whether offering that response was appropriate."It's fine," Yen reassured, detecting the hint of doubt in Stem's voice. He reached for the car door handle, fingers curling around the cool metal. But just as he began to pull it open, "Achoo!" he sneezed once more, his sudden sneezes adding an unexpected twist to his departure."Who the hell knows me?" Yen inquired, his frustration evident in the furrowed lines on hi
Yen settled onto his bed, gingerly tending to the fiery burn etched across his palm. The phone, a relentless puppet master in Stem's clutches, had exacted its toll.Exhaling a weary breath, Yen reached into his inventory panel, retrieving a humble pill he'd stashed away for moments like this, its curative properties designed to mend the kind of hurt he now suffered.As the pill's magic wove its soothing spell, Yen's lips curled into a triumphant grin. With every passing moment, the fiery sting in his palm yielded to a cooling relief, like an arctic breeze had taken up residence instead."For a cover-up." Yes strode over to his wardrobe, deftly retrieving a first aid kit. Being a doctor, he kept one or more of these kits for just such occasions.With a click, he popped the lid and extracted a bandage. He skillfully swathed his palm, ensuring the healing burns remained concealed beneath the gauzy wrap. It was crucial that Grey remained unaware of the remarkable speed at which his injuri
Yen descended from his car, the familiar sight of the same shop where he'd acquired his previous phone greeting him.Dressed in a silver shirt and plain black trousers cinched by a black belt, he carried an unpretentious leather cross bag slung over his shoulder. His choice of footwear was a pair of unassuming slippers that he had grown rather fond of.Before embarking on his journey to the phone shop, he surveyed his surroundings, casting a discerning gaze both left and right. With the shop situated on the ground floor of a three-story building, it beckoned effortlessly to anyone seeking its services.Yen entered the shop, his eyes sweeping across the half of the bottom floor dedicated to the display of an impressive array of new devices. He couldn't help but be taken aback by the sheer number of additions since his last visit, which had occurred just weeks ago.His thoughts teetered on the brink of vocalization. 'Were these here the last time I came?' he wondered silently, his curio