Liang Wan looked up at the bed canopy, carefully recalling the memory. "That was the first time Wang Tingyue and I snuck out of the mansion. We strolled down the street for a while and saw a vendor selling candied haws. I wanted some, so I asked him to buy them for me.
"Who knew that right after I got them, a little beggar would snatch them away? Wang Tingyue and I chased him all the way, only to see him hand the stolen candied haws to a little girl."
"And then?"
"The little girl didn't take them because she was severely ill and on the verge of death."
"Was that little beggar Song Xiaolang?"
Liang Wan shook her head. "No, the little girl we thought was dying was. Wang Tingyue and I took pity on them, so we left all the money we had with them and told the little beggar to fetch a doctor to treat the 'little girl'."
"What happened next?"
"I forgot." Liang Wan closed her eyes. After all, those memories were simply too distant.
