Records of Spirit Communication

“Those who have finished, lie flat on your backs, open your legs to a comfortable width, adjust your breathing—we are entering the relaxation phase.”

He Lingyu had barely lain down on her yoga mat for ten seconds before she sat up again. Without bothering to gather her things, she grabbed her still-vibrating phone and hurried into the restroom.

On the other end of the call, Spinach’s voice came through: “Lingling, where’s Shuimei? Her phone’s off—her cousin is here.”

Spinach spoke quickly and hung up just as hastily. Before He Lingyu could ask anything else, the call was already disconnected.

He Lingyu frowned and walked out of the restroom, heading back toward the classroom.

This was a small town. He Lingyu worked as an assistant at a mountain inn about fifty miles away. Shuimei was the owner and hostess of the inn.

A month earlier, Shuimei had come to town to buy supplies. She saw that the yoga studio was offering a discount—a yearly membership that usually cost four thousand was now only two thousand three hundred and ninety-nine. In a moment of impulsivity, Shuimei bought a card not only for herself but for He Lingyu as well. However, the cost of He Lingyu’s card would be deducted from her wages.

It turned out that impulse purchases do lead to regret. The yoga class was only an hour each time, but the round-trip from the inn to town by car was over a hundred miles. Most of the time was wasted on the road, not to mention the cost of gas, which easily outweighed the discount.

So, after her impulsive decision, Shuimei reso