In the evening, Liwu and Weijun stepped out of an old church that had not been part of their tour. It was where Weijun insisted they go, and cleanse their spirits, after coming into contact with the cursed coin. She was smiling because her hand was holding her hand tight, and cradling a small bottle of holy water in his jacket pocket. He was also looking at everyone suspiciously, as if they had ties to the cursed coin.
They joined the rest of the team at a bustling pub for dinner and drinks. Their team mates had already claimed a wooden table near a hearth. Tankards of beer clinked, plates of beef, cheese, gravy, biscuits and other foods arrived. Laughter filled the air. For a moment. Liwu allowed herself to relax.
Weijun, however, was already in full storyteller mode. He put his right hand over his chest and dramatically declared, "Today, I save Liwu's life."
She nearly choked on a fry. "How? All you did was eat as if your life depended on it."
