Han Xianglan's heart tightened on the other end of the phone, her hand holding the receiver suddenly sweated, and after a moment of hesitation, she asked dryly, "Qingyu, have you forgotten?"
"I don't recall, did I ever fall into the river?"
"...You fell into the big river between our Qiao Family Team and Hejia Village that summer when you were twelve."
"How did I fall in?"
"You were standing on a rock saying there were red carp in the river, then you slipped and fell in..." As she said this, Han Xianglan suddenly felt a chill.
"Weren't there other people around me?"
Han Xianglan furrowed her brows tightly on the other end, "Qingyu, what are you trying to say?"
"Mom, I had a dream last night. I think it was when I was around eleven or twelve. A little girl was showing me the carp in the river, and then she pushed me in from behind."
