Standing close to a tranquil river, stood roughly about four boys, ranging from the ages of eight to ten, probably. In their midst, was a pale boy who looked to be holding three red envelopes in his jittery grip.
"Hey!" One of the children used his palm to push the child's chest, forcing him to fall on his behind, his envelopes scattering miserably across the ground.
The pale boy wearing a silver ring around his neck quickly picked up the envelopes on the ground, not minding the mud that stained his clothes.
Unfortunately, another child placed his foot on top of an envelope, pulling his lips back into a mischievous grin, he said...
"White Ghost! How dare you come back here? Didn't we tell you not to come play in this side?!" A child with two missing front teeth scolded, pressing his foot against the envelope.
