As soon as a person sits on the sofa, the soft cushion sinks in, forming a ball shape and tightly wraps around.
On the TV, a comedy from the past decade is playing.
A group of actors surround a TV with a snow screen, enthusiastically offering repair suggestions.
Qianqian watches with great interest but suddenly loses focus. She muses that sensory overload makes people resemble televisions.
Snowflakes drift through her mind, entering a long blank state.
Buzz!!!
The phone rings, showing Song Xiyun calling. Qianqian hesitates a moment before picking up, feeling a bit guilty.
"Hello, Qianqian, are you up yet?"
"Um..."
"Did you sleep well last night?" Song Xiyun's voice is crisp, sounding in good spirits, "Where are you?"
"I'm taking a cab now, coming to find you."
"Now... now?" Qianqian stands up immediately, "I'll... I'll send you my location."
"Okay." Song Xiyun hangs up the phone.
