Wen Wan had actually thought of it already; she just didn't want to admit it.
"Tiantian, do you think I've been especially unlucky lately? Should I go to the temple to offer incense and pray for everything to go smoothly?" Wen Wan suddenly asked Zhou Tiantian.
"If lighting incense and bowing could make everything go as wished, then who would exhaust themselves daily, grovelling just to survive?" Zhou Tiantian rolled her eyes again.
Of course, Wen Wan knew, she didn't believe in Buddha nor had any faith. It's just that she genuinely didn't know what to do now.
"Now, you only have two choices," Zhou Tiantian analyzed for her, "First, you give in and warm his bed until he's tired of you and lets you go; second, you leave this place and start over somewhere else because, in City A, having offended Mo Siluo, you might as well wait for death."
"Isn't there a third option?" Wen Wan was particularly distressed.
Zhou Tiantian shook her head.