Chapter Three: A Ticket Delivered by Assassins

Her phone connected. Xiaoman was crying. Part of the hospital ceiling had collapsed and flattened her bed. She had survived only because she went out to buy milk tea to celebrate Wanxing's new job. Again. Wanxing gained employment and Xiaoman lost her safety. Wanxing found an inheritance and Xiaoman was nearly buried. “Stars, are you in trouble?” “No.” Wanxing forced her voice steady. “Xiaoman, stop thinking about me. Curse me. Block me. Hate me as much as you can.” Silence. “Did losing your job also make you lose your mind?” Wanxing ended the call. Her tears fell first. Jibai wiped one away, his fingers lingering against her cheek. He seemed about to say something else. “Hatred doesn't sever a bond.