There were only three adults and one child left in the broken temple, and it was uncertain when the heavy rain would stop.
Su Liang and Ning Jing had their own bedding in their carriages, so if it didn't stop raining by nightfall, they would have to stay in the dilapidated temple.
Ning Jing fetched an umbrella and went to the carriage, taking out a box of Osmanthus Cake and two fur cloaks given by Hu Er when they passed by Feiyan Town yesterday.
Cheng Yun was adding wood to the fire.
Zhengzheng leaned against Su Liang's chest, and she gently asked him what he remembered while rubbing his little hands.
The Kid was only a little over three years old and couldn't remember his mother's name, but he did remember that the four bad uncles were very scary.
"One for you and one for him," Ning Jing handed Su Liang both of the fur cloaks.
Su Liang took the woman's cloak and wore it.
