Once again she went to the cellar and took all the leftover grain, pickles, and the whole jar that her parents hadn't put in a basket. She scooped up the scattered sweet potatoes and potatoes, completely clearing out the cellar before happily clapping her hands and returning to her room with a smile.
"Sister, is the flood here?"
Little Prince was lying on the kang, covered with a thin quilt, sleeping restlessly.
Half-awake, he heard the sound of the curtain rustling, rubbed his eyes, and opened them.
"No, Xuan'er, go back to sleep."
The rain outside was still heavy, showing no signs of stopping. Su Qingluo took off her shoes and socks, got onto the kang, and lay down beside Little Prince. Gently patting his back, she helped him to sleep.
"Sister, don't leave. Stay with Xuan'er."
Little Prince leaned affectionately against his sister, his small body curled up, his forehead resting against her chin, and his little feet pressing against her legs.
