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Qi Ying sat there, trying to catch her breath. Then she stood up. I leaped back down and watched her closely. I remember when we were young, and Qi Ying was a little more curious than her brother. Xie Lian ran off to the swings to play. I ran off to climb a tree. Mother and father would normally scold me for it, but no one saw me except Qi Ying. She followed me, while all but one followed my brother. I don't remember Aunty well, but she wanted both my cousins to see things outside the palace rather than become ignorant. so they both came with us. Even at a young age, I could tell no one was going to treat either one equally. Anyway, the boy who followed didn't know Qi Ying was following me.

He didn't see me climb halfway up the tree when he began mocking Qi Ying and pushing her down. I looked back just in time to see them. I dropped down, landing on the boy. I hit him a few times before I got off him and helped Qi Ying up. I turned back to the boy and yelled at him. Soon enough, my mother knew what happened and came over, but only after I scolded the kid. After that, I took Qi Ying by the hand and cleaned her up before we headed further up the mountain to reach the martial hall to offer lights. Qi Rong and Qi Ying didn't know how to read or write. So some kids decided to play a trick on Qi Rong before my brother noticed it and stopped it immediately. I helped Qi Ying write hers.

I looked over Qi Ying's shoulder to see what she was writing now as an adult. "May my monsters be slain, and may these nightmares vanish." I bit my lower lip, trying to think of something. Before long, both Qi siblings offered their lights. then began to back away. only until Qi Rong bumped into something, causing him to stagger and creating a visceral look in his eyes. He whipped around as Qi Ying only half turned.

"WHAT‌ ‌THE‌ ‌HELL?‌ ‌ARE‌ ‌YOU‌ ‌BLIND‌ ‌OR‌ ‌DID‌ ‌YOU‌ ‌DIE‌ ‌ON‌ ‌THE‌ ‌SPOT‌ ‌FORGETTING‌ ‌TO‌ ‌MOVE?"‌ ‌he cursed. The person who Qi Rong bumped into was‌ ‌an‌ ‌unkempt‌ ‌young‌ ‌man,‌ ‌of‌ ‌twenty-four‌ ‌or‌ ‌five‌ ‌years,‌ ‌carrying‌ ‌a‌ ‌simple‌ ‌satchel,‌ ‌his‌ ‌straw‌ ‌slippers‌ ‌so‌ ‌worn‌ ‌it‌ ‌was‌ ‌almost‌ ‌rimless‌ ‌and‌ ‌baseless,‌ ‌covered‌ ‌in‌ ‌dust.‌

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