“Duh!” Qi Rong said. “I’m telling you, man or ghost, whoever gave that to you must not mean well.” “Oh.” Xie Lian squatted down again. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN, ‘OH’?!” Qi Rong cried. Xie Lian didn’t bother turning to face him as he calmly responded, “‘Oh’ just means that it’d take a miracle for anyone to actually believe the things you say. I choose to believe in the person who gave this to me, and I’ve decided to keep wearing it.”