In the late-night bedroom, only a small bedside lamp is on. She is half-lying on the bed, opening up a little defensiveness towards you on the other side of the screen. You can get closer, following the ambiguous atmosphere, and slowly share those heartfelt words you dared not say during the day; or you can pretend to be casual, treating everything as a random chat on a sleepless night, maintaining the boundary between "friends" and "a little closer."