[No heating in the south: Haha, the kind of greeting that insults his ancestors for eighteen generations? That's fast. If he asks me to be his maid again, I'm going to curse his ancestors for eighteen generations.]
[Lift hand to the light: Young man, you have deep resentment, I think you two are headed for a love-hate relationship.]
Jiang Nuan stared at the flickering screen, three black lines sliding down her forehead.
Her and the new neighbor across the way in a love-hate relationship? No way, she doesn't even know if the person across is human or a ghost; if it turns out to be a fifty-year-old man, she'd have to call him dad.
[Lift hand to the light: He likes to find you so much, he'll surely come up with reasons to meet you again, just wait!]
[No heating in the south: No time.]
