Little Twelve touched his head and continued to follow Lin Yuelan.
At the village entrance, Lin Dawei was coming back from his latest hunting trip with his 14-year-old son, Lin Jiawei.
"Lan 'Er, are you going to town today?" As soon as Lin Dawei saw Lin Yuelan, he shouted loudly.
Lin Yuelan's cold expression softened when she saw Lin Dawei. She nodded and said, "yes, uncle Wei." Then, she greeted Lin Jiawei, "brother Jiawei!"
Lin Jiawei was also a simple and honest young man. Although he wasn't as strong as little twelve, he looked like Lin Dawei. His face was dark, and he was also rough around the edges.
He smiled and greeted Lin Yuelan, "Sister Lan, we're going to town too. We can keep each other company."
Then, he looked at the man behind Lin Yuelan with curiosity. 'Why is there a strange man following Lin Yuelan? She's known as the village jinx. No one in the village is willing to approach her.'
