Wen Qing was anxious and shouted desperately, "I've said it, it's not me!"
Dai Wei looked at Wen Qing, finding it hard to believe the latter could be the one from the White Mist... whether an evil spirit or a ghost, it was tough to consider so.
Wen Qing was only three years older than Dai Wei, the two could hardly be called friends.
"Your hand..." Dai Wei suddenly said, "Raise your hand for me, if you can lift it to your shoulder, I will believe you."
"You!" Wen Qing, hearing this, became furious, "Dai Wei, why bring this up now! You know full well I can't do it!"
The reason for Wen Qing's anger traced back to ten years ago.
Ten years earlier, when Yun arrived in the village and appeared at the engagement banquet of Lisheng and Wenxin, Wen Qing, as the younger brother, had only been twelve years old.
Dai Wei was there too at the time, while Dylan was still in their mother's womb. The bustling banquet was lively with children of the village playing with each other.
