Qian Zhongshu wrote in "Besieged City," "Rumors, this thing, spread faster than the flu, possess more energy than a shooting star, are more malicious than scoundrels, and can exhaust one's spirit more than a miscarriage."
How incisive.
The rumors were flying every which way. When Chi Yue turned on her phone after getting up in the morning, a swarm of messages rushed in.
She frowned and calmly tossed aside the phone.
She didn't feel like looking at anyone's messages.
She was used to accepting life's offerings with equanimity, the good and the bad alike.
After washing up and having breakfast downstairs, she waited calmly at the hotel entrance at seven o'clock sharp.
