Spring's Letter Arrives Late

A year after I split up with Shang Wuji, my life had gradually gotten back on track. At a dinner gathering, a friend suggested playing an online King Game. I was unlucky enough to be picked. A task popped up on the screen: Call all your exes, starting with, "We parted too hastily back then. I still owe you one thing." My fingertips stiffened slightly. "All of them? Can I skip one?" I tried to bargain quietly. The friends beside me laughed and egged me on. "Call us 'big sister' once, and we'll cut it down to two people." I did as they asked, but now I was in a bind. None of my past relationships had ended well, and I'd blocked many of those numbers long ago