"What storm swept through our home?" Xiang Weimin looked at the scattered cushions on the floor and even saw a few other things lying on the floor. He followed the noise and found Hyson and Xiang Wai going back and forth with their play. "Oh, the storm looks like this," was his thought at the moment. Now, it all looked very normal.
So, he very indifferently walked towards his grandfather and greeted him along with Shui Koshing. He pointed at the two monkeys in the living room asking, "What happened now?"
"Just enjoy the show," said Grandfather Xiang calmly. "You'd figure out soon enough."
"I was not even there," came Hyson's voice.
"But then why were you in my head? You cast a spell!"
"You just need an excuse to free yourself from the guilt of your impulsiveness," Hyson said to her. "You're guilty because your mother spent hours helping you plan for your perfect proposal but you ruined it before you got there."
