Yang Liu'er paused and took a deep breath. Under the orange glow of the streetlight, her smile was lovely but bitter.
"Bai Junfan knows that I've been seeing you. He wants me to be like Wu Xiaowen, to fake an illness and get some of your medicine for him... He's brought it up every time we've met these past few days. I've been putting him off or changing the subject, and I never once agreed. Yesterday, we finally had a fight about it. He got really angry, slammed the door, and left. He hasn't called me all day. I went to our new home this morning and waited for a while, but he never showed up."
"He's acting like this just because you won't agree to get medicine from me for him?" Xiao Man asked.
"Not entirely because of that."
