Hidden in Depth Only He Had Access To

The glow of Li Na's laptop screen cast eerie blue shadows across the study, transforming the room into a battlefield of scattered notes and half-empty coffee cups. For hours, she had waged war against her own script, wrestling with Lu Jianjun's ruthless edits, his sharp red ink slashing through the prose like a general commanding his troops. At one point she wondered if the man had personal grudge for the romance. 

Now, with her fingers stiff from typing and her spine protesting from hours hunched over the keyboard, she finally leaned back, exhaling a long, exhausted breath.