Yang Zhen and Ji Jie’s past is full of trouble they brought upon themselves.
“Ji Jie, you’re a lunatic, a demon, a psychopath!” Yang Zhen roars angrily, then turns and slams the door on his way out.
The forceful slam knocks down the Chinese knot that was hung by the entrance shortly before Lunar New Year. Ji Jie looks coldly at the tangled tassels on the floor, then grins and laughs aloud.
It overturned my understanding of them.