"Hehe, you've broken the rules," said a voice that was very thin, almost like a woman's but not quite.
The moment Li Huowang heard that voice, he unaccountably thought of the small-footed woman who had summoned the God of Happiness; she had the same kind of voice.
When Li Huowang, with others on high alert, walked from inside the house to the courtyard, he saw a small head propped against the left wall of the house.
A little girl around five or six years old with yellow hair was hanging atop the tall wall, giggling as she looked inside. The goat horn braids on her head, tied up with red string, stood out stiffly and high.
"Red!" The moment Li Huowang saw the red string on her head, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
"Could this child be from the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month?"
