The maid stood beside her, and the young child stood beside Mr. Shen.
The moment the fire lit up the cabin, the few of them did not even blink. They maintained their posture of looking out of the cabin and happened to meet the eyes of the few people outside the cabin.
Under the light, their hair was a little messy, and their clothes were a little wet, perhaps because the cabin was filled with water.
Their hair was a little messy. Other than Mr. Shen, who had half-long hair, the maidservants, taitai, and the young girl's tied hair were all scattered and stuck to both sides of their pale cheeks, like wriggling earthworms.
Between Mrs. Shen's fingers, a corner of the yellow talisman paper could be seen. It looked like the paper crane that the old Taoist had folded earlier.
It was obvious that the paper crane had landed in her palm after it had flown in.
"You see that?"
Separated by the cabin door, the old Daoist outside the cabin looked at Mrs. Shen.
