It was almost midnight when Xiaoqian dragged her weary body back to the rented apartment. She brought Jiang Xiaobai a late-night snack.
"I know you might not have slept yet, so I brought you some food. Eat it while it's hot."
Xiaoqian put down the plastic bag in her hand, sat down, and after catching her breath, stared blankly at the doorway.
"What's wrong?"
Jiang Xiaobai asked while eating the snack.
"Telling you won't help," Xiaoqian said.
Jiang Xiaobai responded, "Don't say that. Tell me, maybe I can help ease your worries. Even if I can't solve your problems, at least saying them out loud might make you feel better."
"My business might not survive."
Xiaoqian sighed, perhaps feeling overwhelmed, and decided to talk to Jiang Xiaobai about it.
"What do you mean?" Jiang Xiaobai was taken aback.
