"What's wrong with her? What did you feed her?"
Watching Miss Lin mumbling non-stop on the couch with dreamy eyes, Sandora looked astonished and pulled me over to whisper.
"Nothing much, just bad karma." I replied succinctly, glancing down at the commemorative stamp in my hand.
If you get closer, what Miss Lin kept mumbling were those words: bad karma, bad karma. She has been muttering these five words for several minutes now. I estimate that if no one stops her, by the time she's done, those words in Arial size 3 might circle the Earth...
My sister looked at Lin Xue, then at me, and back again, eyes filled with mischief. She waited until I felt uneasy all over before she giggled: "Ah Jun, you better take responsibility or else sister will get angry too."
I shivered and nodded repeatedly: "Responsibility, responsibility—though is it really necessary to be so serious? I was only nine years old! Why do you all think of me so poorly?"
