That was the moment Lin Lin went to turn on the kettle at Moon's insistent command.

They had been living together for two weeks now, trapped in the same space with each other and doomed to go crazy until one of them died or they finally agreed to an engagement. At this point, neither side was giving up or loosening their grip, no matter how the degree of sanity in the room was dropping with each passing day.

So when the reflection of the kitchen cabinet on the perfectly glossy surface stared back at him in a completely different pose, Lin Ling blamed being cooped up for too long and the lack of fresh air.

The fact that there was an absolutely wild amount of air conditioning units dotted around the room conveniently slipped the hero's mind.

Lin Ling stares at the kettle. And doesn't turn around, even if he wants to. He continues to watch the reflection from the corner of his eye as picks up a rag and wipes the table clean of water droplets. The reflection is still standing. Nice still stands watching with his piercing dead eyes at the actions of his replacement.

Lin Ling's throat becomes unbearably dry.