"What?"
Under the parasol, Li Ang's face changed slightly as he pressed, "When did you tell me you had a dream about the King of Shengnan?"
"Some day in the second year of junior high, I can't quite remember the specific date," Wang Congshan said with a furrowed brow. "That morning, I rode my bike to school with you. When we got to the riverside, just like always, I bought a five-yuan meat floss rice ball and a two-yuan hot soy milk from a breakfast stand on the side of the road.
"My appetite was off that day, so I didn't finish the meat floss rice ball. It wasn't until we went to do our assigned cleaning duty, sweeping the flower beds in front of the science building, that I ate the remaining half. You were beside the flower bed, riding a broom and pretending to be a Witch.
