Chu Mian was meant to be nothing more than a bug, a tiny sacrifice to absorb the calamity meant for the Chu family. But when that bug refused to die on cue, the disaster she was meant to deflect was unleashed upon them instead. “Okay… okay.” Chu Xing nodded repeatedly, desperately trying to commit Chu Zhengming’s words to memory. Her eyes were impossibly red, tears welling up but not yet falling.