Xia Ruoxin's steps were swift. In the darkness, an emaciated woman could be seen forging ahead.
Her thoughts were with her daughter at home, the little girl who was currently sick.
At last, she made it to her doorstep. She took out her bunch of keys with shaking hands, hardly having time to catch her breath. The door opened. There she stood, under the dim light, unable to move her heavy feet all of a sudden.
She dropped her purse on the floor and walked gingerly towards her daughter who sprawled on the table.
On it were two bowls of cold noodles.
Did Rainy make these? She watched until her eyes became sore and even began to redden. The sting was unbearable.
She crouched her body and carried her daughter in one hand. Rainy awakened at this moment. She rubbed her eyes, and her lips curved into a smile.
