Soon enough, Wen Ying landed another gig as a tour guide translator.
Her days were a blur of early mornings and late nights, leaving her so exhausted she'd collapse into bed the moment she got home. The relentless pace, at least, kept her mind off her troubles.
As Wen Ying dragged her aching body through the door, Chi Nanxue appeared with a cake, singing, “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to
















