Xu Jiali, who had been interrupted by Song Jiayan, looked at him happily. "Song Jiayan, I knew I wasn't wrong about you! I thought you were going to try and talk me out of it."
Song Jiayan's expression was firmer than ever before. "I am indebted to Sister Wen Ying."
That one simple sentence was enough to express Song Jiayan's resolve.
Xu Jiali looked at him with admiration. "I knew it! Sister Wen Ying wasn't wrong about you either. Don't worry, I did some prep before I came. Do you remember the bracelets Sister Wen Ying gave us?"
Song Jiayan raised his hand. The bracelet, woven from red string, was still on his wrist. He had never taken it off.
"Right, that's the one. Sister Wen Ying never does anything without a reason, so I think this bracelet will definitely protect us!"
Song Jiayan nodded. He had thought so too.
"And this. Take it."
Song Jiayan saw Xu Jiali take two yellow pieces of paper from her pocket and hand one to him.
"What's this?"
