~Fan xiao~
Lee Know wouldn't stop staring at me. Like literally staring. Like I was a TV drama and he just found out a character died.
He sat up straighter in his hospital bed, clutching the blanket like a grandma judging the world.
"Tell me," he said. "Everything. Why am I always being targeted? I know it's because of you."
I opened my mouth, closed it, opened it again like a dying fish.
"Do you REALLY want to know?"
"Yes."
"No, you don't."
"Yes, I do."
"You're going to freak out."
"I'm already freaking out! So TALK."
I rubbed my face with both hands. "Okay. But don't shout."
"I'm not shouting."
"You're literally shouting."
"I'M TALKING NORMALLY…"
"Oh my God." I sat down and grabbed the metal rail of the bed so I wouldn't run away. "Fine. I'll tell you. Just don't have a heart attack, you're already barely functioning."
He narrowed his eyes like he was about to report me to customer service.
I took a deep breath. "So… I'm a hacker."
