Feng tucked his mother under a mountain of blankets before he left the blacksmith's workshop to search for Tuzi.
When Feng had helped his mother into the cabin earlier, the kind villagers had taken over and were helping to assist Tuzi, who was exhausted from her journey through the forest, painstakingly carrying his mother on her back.
How she was able to even walk after waking up from such a long hibernation, was a mystery to him. Feng usually had stiff joints even after sleeping for one night. He can't imagine how it was possible for her to be running and walking after being in a coma for five years. And she did it while carrying his sick mother on her back… He would forever be indebted to her. As far as he was concerned, she owned his soul.
