Gao Ming didn't leave; as he cared for the other person continually, he grew more and more familiar with the Black Cellar, and everything here began to feel more real.
His hearing and vision still hadn't recovered, but his heart felt much brighter. Even though he couldn't hear or see, he no longer felt afraid.
The familiar stench grew stronger, and her hands could hardly grasp Gao Ming's firmly. She lay in bed unable to stand, and Gao Ming had to do everything for her.
Disregarding everything else, Gao Ming only wanted to accompany her through the last journey of her life, but he gradually realized that many things inside the room had changed their positions, and the woven bamboo mats had been stolen.
Apart from him and the seriously ill woman, there were others in the cellar.
Keeping a watchful eye out, Gao Ming finally caught a child's arm, but then he was pushed down by the group of kids.
"Are the village kids causing trouble?"
