Jiang gently shakes my shoulder.
"Yunhua. Wake up. We're here."
I open one eye. Bright lights. Glass doors. Giant letters screaming MALL.
"…Why does society exist," I mumble.
He smiles like a menace and helps me out of the cab. My legs touch the ground and immediately file another complaint.
We walk in, and the first thing that hits me is my reflection on the glass.
Oh.
Oh no.
Messy hair.
Cheap bathhouse T-shirt with curry stains like abstract art.
Shorts that have emotionally given up.
I look at Yuyu.
Same situation. Same misery. Same defeated eyes.
Meanwhile—
Jiang and Zeyan.
Clean. Tall. Broad shoulders. Looking like they stepped out of a drama poster titled "Why Are You Even With Them?"
I hiss, "This is emotional damage."
Yuyu nods gravely. "Standing next to them should be illegal."
Zeyan blinks. "You both look fine."
Both of us snap our heads toward him.
"LIAR."
Jiang, traitor that he is, tilts his head and says sincerely,
"I think you look cute."
