[Eh?? This mission– is getting weirder, quack!] Yaya commented in shock. The duck couldn't believe that the surprise mission required Lai Jiayi to win her own game.
And what's with the punishment? Can't talk to Zhao Yang today? That's quite bad!
[Haaaah. I'll just try to guess.] Lai Jiayi ignored Yaya's comment and started to think about the words on her palms.
She was sure that Zhao Yun would write one thing, and that might be...a witch. He had always blabbered about her being a witch.
"The word you write, Zhao Yun…" Lai Jiayi tugged the corner of her lips. She didn't hesitate to answer. "It must be 'witch', right?"
"Ooooh, that's right!" Zhao Yun clapped his hands and gave Lai Jiayi a thumb up. The boy knew that Lai Jiayi would guess the word anyway, but…
"How about what my uncle writes?" Zhao Yun asked again. He glanced at Lai Jiayi's left palm and could see a word there. The word was written neatly, even when Zhao Yang's position made it hard to write like that.
