A moment later, the child's face revealed a vigilant expression, and he turned to the side of the cellar.
The earthen jars in the cellar had not been touched by anyone-he was the one who had placed them there, so he knew best if anyone had touched them.
There was a layer of straw in the corner. It was the spot where he had slept last night.
He stared at song Qing in a daze. This was the first time he had seen song Qing's face.
When he was chatting with her in the dark, although she didn't sound like an old woman, the child was still stunned for a moment when he saw her face.
She didn't look very old. She was much younger than he had imagined, and she didn't seem much older than him.
"Mother?"
He was afraid that he had recognized the wrong person, so he called out tentatively.
Song Qing nodded.
"You'll sleep there tonight,"
She raised her chin, signaling the child to go over.
