"It wasn't written by you?" Duan Yunfei raised an eyebrow, "Then where did you hear it from?"
Such a classic mythical story, if others had heard it, it's impossible that even Xing Kang, a storyteller, hasn't heard of it.
So, where exactly did Shen Qinglan hear it from, Duan Yunfei was very curious.
"I heard it in a dream," she said.
"Heard it in a dream?" Duan Yunfei gave a helpless smile, "Do you think we would believe that?"
"Believe it or not!" Shen Qinglan chuckled.
"Is what Miss Shen said true?" Old Tang hesitated, "In a dream... you can hear stories?"
"Have you all forgotten?" She looked at the two and said, "I am someone blessed by heaven!"
Duan Yunfei stared at her for a long time and suddenly laughed, "Indeed! The strange things of the world, when put on you, don't feel surprising at all."
Old Tang suddenly recalled Shen Qinglan crushing paper with her hands and couldn't help but nod in agreement.
