Chapter 848

The publishing house in the dead of night.

The clock hand swept past 11:50 PM.

The large open-plan office area was already empty; the hustle and bustle of the day, the ringing of telephones, and the sound of typing on keyboards had all sunk into the cold darkness and silence at this moment.

Only Team Leader Miyagi Kazuya remained in the office.

He had maintained the same posture for a long time—his back slightly hunched, his left hand pressing down on the spread-out manuscript, his right hand suspended in mid-air, his fingertips still retaining the sensation of unconsciously rubbing the paper pages while reading just moments ago.

Before him was that stack of photocopied manuscripts of "Snow Country" that he had been reading for nearly five hours.

The final period on the last page had long since entered his field of vision.