Zheng Qing has always felt like he was born with a flag: if he believed that something would absolutely not happen, then it was remarkably likely to happen.
Later, he realized this flag had a term - it's named Murphy's Law.
On today's journey, this law couldn't have been more applicable.
On the school plane he'd thought was super safe, a demoness with devilish red eyes suddenly appeared. He'd believed that all the people he saw were just strangers, yet one classmate after another appeared before him.
Zheng Qing shut his eyes tight and massaged his forehead, trying to soothe a splitting headache.
The painful aftermath of his headache hadn't completely subsided, it was just within a manageable range. The recurrence of an old issue that hadn't bothered him in a decade cast another shadow over his already gloomy mood.
He took out two yellow paper charms from the grey cloth bag and patted them against his temples.
Smoke slowly started to rise from the paper charms.
