In the end, Wen Ying would come to pay a heavy price for her silver tongue. When her alarm blared the next morning, she could barely drag herself out of bed. Wen Ying lingered under the covers for a while, until a sudden, jarring realization hit her: this was the Clock Tower. There was no subway station nearby, and hailing a cab was impossible. She shot up in bed, throwing on her clothes and washi