Meanwhile, Zhou Die was in her small rented apartment, holding a cotton swab to apply ointment to the scar Shen Wangting had burned into her skin that day.
Her eyes held resentment and hatred, but she also felt helpless. She could not afford to offend those people.
Just then, a notification popped up on her phone. She noticed it was from a roommate she didn't get along with at all. Zhou Die clicked on it and saw that a steady stream of messages was coming in, many from people she barely kept in contact with.
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