Chapter Four: Cohabitation at the Three-Meter Line

After midnight, Xu Zhi was still gathering broken ceramic. Gu Yanchen crouched to help. She slapped his hand away before he touched a shard. "I am capable of doing this." "You have a board meeting tomorrow. If you cut your hand, they'll accuse me of assault with a flowerpot." He watched her. "Do you always say something unpleasant before protecting someone?" "It prevents misunderstanding." "What misunderstanding?" "That I care." Without noticing, they had come within a meter. The unplugged radio upstairs suddenly glowed blue. Then Xu Zhi's voice traveled through the night and into billions of devices: [His world is enormous. What makes me think this leaking flower shop could ever make him stay?] The shard slipped from her hand.