"I was too young back then. I don't remember much about that incident."
Xi Wutong said.
Her tone was not explanatory; she was simply talking calmly. That actually made Qin Manjiang believe her a little more.
He did not press her further. With the three of them in the car, they took the highway out of the city and headed toward Qin Manjiang's hometown, Lower River Village.
"Give it to me."
"Give it to me!"
Amid the torrential rain, Qin Manjiang roared wildly, his face contorted...
At that moment, his roar was like a sharp pair of scissors, instantly cutting through Qin Manyi's already shallow dream.
She jolted awake.
The car had already left the highway. Inside the jolting vehicle, Qin Manjiang turned around from the front passenger seat. "Had a nightmare?"
Qin Manyi shook her head and turned her gaze out the window.
She had only just had the dream, but the moment she opened her eyes, she could no longer remember it.
She vaguely remembered Qin Manjiang shouting something at her...
They were almost home...
She had traveled this old country road many times, and so had Qin Manjiang.
Towering trees lined both sides, and the mountain road was winding and dark. Xi Wutong drove with particular care; in a place like this, one lapse in attention could send them into a ditch.
"There are quite a few cars on the road. Your hometown's pretty lively!" Xi Wutong said.
They had passed quite a few private cars coming the other way. Even Qin Manjiang was surprised, let alone her, who knew nothing about the situation.
"I heard it's become an internet-famous village. People who like strange happenings go there to take pictures, check in, and explore its mysteries. The villagers are also willing to develop it into