"Miss, the last four digits of your phone number?"
"3498," Jiang Xian paused. "Let us depart."
"…"
The driver shot her a strange look. Seeing her expression was normal and that she didn't seem drunk, he swallowed the words, "It's a two hundred cleaning fee if you throw up in here." He started the engine, and the car slipped quietly into the night.
Jiang Xian had long forgotten what the apartment she lived in before transmigrating even looked like. She went upstairs, following the address, and felt a wave of disorientation as she pushed open the door.
'I lived here?'
'In a place this small?'
'I miss living in the Forbidden City…'
Jiang Xian reined in the dangerous thought.
