When love has vanished, former lovers can become even more hostile toward each other than true enemies.
Your wish, my fate.
“Seriously, what is this supposed to be? Who the hell knows what an agent even does!” Ying Li kicked a stone at her feet and cursed in frustration. “I'm about to lose it. You want me to be an agent? You might as well ask me to invite ghosts over for dinner! And you say this is what the tarot cards foretold. What age are we living in? How can you still be so superstitious?”
