10:50 AM.
The subway Line 3 gently came to a stop with a chime.
Crisp, carrying a backpack, followed the throng of crowd out of the carriage.
Holding her phone, her fingers darted across the screen swiftly.
The dorm's WeChat group was having a heated debate about her personal safety.
[Crisp: "Oh, come on, don't worry, I've been chatting with her for over two years now, she seems pretty nice."]
[Little Ya: "A self-proclaimed media company shareholder, holding several film projects, lurking in a goofy anime fan group for two years? Does that make sense? Isn't this even more ridiculous than the 'CEO's Little Wife' you watched last time?"]
[Jiajia: "Exactly! Crisp, you really need to be cautious! There are so many scammers online now, they specifically target pretty young college girls like you who aren't worldly-wise."]
