C2098 Nick Has Something to Do

"Lo Chuan, have you finished?"

Yao Ziyan ascended the stairs to pour herself a glass of juice. On her way back down, she caught Lo Chuan in the midst of a stretch, his light screen awash with text. While water represented purity and simplicity, she mused, juice was undeniably more satisfying to drink.

"I'm done for today," Lo Chuan said, dissolving the light screen with a flick of his hand