Xiang Yimo and Zhong Lingling had no idea what major event was happening at home until they were dragged to the scene and realized that a water-splashing game was being held that day.
Looking at the blossoming fountains of various sizes in front of her and the water that had pooled over their lower legs on the cement ground, Zhong Lingling suddenly thought of the words Qiao Shali had said last night, and she shivered all over.
A premonition of ill omen welled up in her heart.
It felt like this was no mere game. It must be because Qiao Shali had said that splashing water would ward off disasters and bring good luck, that Xiang Zongyin was so enthusiastic about personally overseeing it.
Zhong Lingling's steps halted, and at the same time, she tightly clutched Xiang Yimo's hand. "Yimo, I'm suddenly feeling a bit dizzy, let's go back!"
"Third brother, Lingling, you finally made it! Do you want to join in?" Xiang Aoran, holding a red basin, ran towards them with great enthusiasm.