Xiaoguo only left an oil lamp beside the bed in the room. Since they couldn't fall asleep, Zhuang Zhuang nestled in Xiaoguo's arms and requested her to tell him a story.
"Mother, I want to hear a story."
Xiaoguo had not told a story ever since they left home.
Xiaoguo thought for a moment. "I will tell you the story of Little Red Riding Hood."
After finishing the story, Zhuang Zhuang was still not sleepy. Instead, he felt even more energetic.
"Mother, when can we go home?"
Having been out over the past few days, he was starting to miss the animals at home, and his uncle too.
"Soon." Xiaoguo stroked his head and comforted him. "We'll reach the capital tomorrow and settle the burial of your grandparents. After which we'll go straight home without taking any breaks. Okay?"
Zhuang Zhuang nodded and said happily, "That's great!"
"Mother…" Zhuang Zhuang suddenly thought of something and sounded a little sad.
"Yes?"
