Zhuang Zhuang let Mrs. Kong help him to put on more layers while he remained frozen on the spot, looking like a wooden figurine.
"I… noticed that the windows were open. I was about to close them."
Zhuang Zhuang trembled as he looked into the other party's sympathetic gaze and told a lie in his childish voice.
Madam Kong didn't suspect anything. She nodded and added a few more pieces of charcoal to the brazier in his room.
"I'll ask your master to check tomorrow if the windows have come loose. We can't live with broken windows in winter. When you fall sick, you'll feel awful and it's even worse for your mother. The last time you fell sick, you might not have noticed it since you were unwell, but your mother had come to pick you up with red swollen eyes. She must have been worried sick about you not eating or sleeping well."
