'My current state is better than Su Zixin. Does the level of suffering change from every reincarnation? Or will I be able to improve my situation somehow?' Krune thought, patting Wang Hao as he told him, "Grandpa is fine. Now get some rest. We'll talk in the morning."
"Alright!" Now that he was assured his grandpa was feeling alright, Wang Hao fell asleep.
Their bed wasn't anything fancy. They didn't even have a cot. What they called their bed was just a bag of cloth stuffed with hay, allowing them to sleep. As for their blanket, Krune brushed his hand over it, feeling countless signs of stitching.
It was apparent that they hadn't changed the blanket and had been mending the tears all along. At present, it was more akin to a colorful rag.
As it was the middle of the night, Krune was unable to see anything, even after his eyes had adjusted to the dark. There was just no source of light within the house.
