Gu Qianqian ran out of her home, crying, unsure of how long she had been running. She was afraid of the dark, so she kept running toward the street, seeking a place illuminated by light.
Song Yitang sat in her shop tallying the accounts. It was time to wrap things up when a faint sound of sobbing came from the entrance.
She glanced uneasily at the door she had left ajar, full of regret. Why had she been too lazy to close it?
With the crying affecting her concentration, she couldn't focus on the final entries in her ledger.
Mustering courage, she headed to the door and peeked out, scanning left and right. At last, she found the culprit in an inconspicuous corner.
Thank goodness... thank goodness... it was a person...
Taking advantage of a lull in the crying, Song Yitang tentatively asked, "Do you... want to come in and sit?"
Gu Qianqian looked up, biting her lower lip in hesitation, but finally nodded her head.
