The God of Gamblers Strikes Again
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
It was the middle of March. Hannah's birthday had arrived.
The sky was a little dark. Thinking that it might rain, Li Du brought an umbrella with him when he left in the morning.
Spring rain was as precious as oil; especially so Arizona, one of the states with the least rainfall in America.
He brought Ah Meow with him to Hannah's apartment. Once he entered the door, Ah Meow's eyes became wide and round like saucers. It licked its lips, twitching its little nose, and went straight to the kitchen.
The house was full of the buttery aroma of baked goods—something only second to seafood in Ah Meow's book.
Hearing Ah Meow, Hannah, in her apron, knew who had arrived at once. Without even popping her head out, she called from the kitchen, "Hey, Li, you're early! Hans is still sleeping."
Hans's voice traveled down the stairs. "I can hear you. I woke up awhile ago!"
The siblings started bickering.