In the square, silence reigned, and the night wind was bitterly cold.
Su Shu silently waved to Xiao'ai, who, understanding her intentions, came over with her little backpack and her dirty Dinosaur King in tow.
The night was too cold, and she only felt a trace of warmth when hugging Xiao'ai.
The villagers were still discussing what to do, but Su Shu suddenly didn't want to listen anymore. She opened the car door, got in with Xiao'ai, and in the back seat lay Shuanzi's wife, still in a difficult position. Su Shu touched her neck, thankful her heartbeat was still there. Seeing her actions, the village doctor who stood outside the car opened the rear door to check, frowned, closed the door, and went out to talk to Old Peng.
Su Shu couldn't hear what they were discussing; she just knew that things looked grim for Shuanzi's wife behind her.
She lowered her head and stroked Xiao'ai's soft hair while Xiao'ai looked up at her from her embrace, her eyes as mesmerizing as the deep sea.
