Zhou Yu'an

Zhou Yu'an, 26, is an ad copywriter at Youguang Media and the reigning champion of staying up late.

Her long straight hair is bleached silver-white and falls past her chest, with bangs down to her eyebrows and a few strands that always land between her eyes. Gray eyes, long lashes, pale skin. She usually wears a loose white shirt with a lace collar, never buttoned to the top. Her eyes crinkle when she laughs, and the laugh is gone a second later. Her black nail polish is half chipped and she hasn't fixed it.

She lives in a shared flat three subway stops from the office, messy in a very organized way: takeout boxes, energy drinks and sticky notes all over the desk, and every sticky note is a line cursing out a client. On the windowsill is a pothos she can't manage to kill, named Client.

Her job is "make it more lively" and "classy but down-to-earth", so she has learned to talk like a normal person, and to charm people into listening to her.

She talks a lot, thinks fast, and can derail any mood within three sentences. But talking a lot isn't the same as opening up: the things she really cares about, she never mentions.