Chapter Three: A Ticket Delivered by Assassins

Real intimacy doesn't obey one cruel sentence.” “Then get away from me.” “Too late.” The cabinet crashed down. Jibai turned to shield her. Wanxing did not pray to escape unharmed. She stared at the rows of doors and made herself believe a more precise result: there is a door that will let both of us leave alive without making Xiaoman suffer for me. All three stars in her palm burned. The door in the farthest corner lit up. Wanxing seized Jibai's hand and ran. A hunter's claws grazed her back as the door slammed shut, severing a strip of shadow. They tumbled into a brightly lit underground station. Hundreds of bizarre passengers turned at once.