Tianlin City's nights always seemed a bit noisy, even at midnight, the streets were still brightly lit.
But this hubbub did not belong to the blue-collar workers; the blue-collar workers had long since gone to sleep.
Their apartments, like cages, seemed like charging stations, replenishing the necessary but insufficient strength for the parts that had worked all day.
But just when they lacked the energy to even turn over in bed, a voice suddenly broke the silence—
"You are the fake one!"
Accompanied by an outcry, a woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties sprung up from the bed, blankly wiped the sweat that had seeped out on her forehead, and her eyes rapidly focused from a vacant stare.
"Another nightmare? But this time it seemed a bit different?"
Lin Jiaxin rubbed her chest, trying to recover more quickly from the palpitations brought on by the dream.
