Lin Anning washed up and followed Zhang Fenglan to the small bed behind the stove.
The bed was usually only for Zhang Fenglan, but now that two people were lying on it, it was somewhat cramped.
Lin Anning lay on the inside while Zhang Fenglan lay on the outside.
After blowing out the oil lamp, the kitchen plunged into darkness.
For a long time, neither of them spoke.
Yet, Zhang Fenglan, as if she could see in the dark, took the initiative to speak.
"Can't sleep? Not used to the bed?"
Lin Anning shook her head, tentatively embracing Zhang Fenglan's arm.
"No, I just want to smell this scent a bit longer."
"So this is what a mother smells like."
Although Zhang Fenglan appeared rough and tough, she was very clean. She kept the inside and outside of the house tidy, with no unpleasant smells, only a faint scent of soapberries.
When she was a child, Lin Anning heard other kids in the village say that their mothers always smelled nice.
