Inside the slightly drafty new wooden cabin.
Wei Shanshan and her mother Qiu Yanxi stood in the cramped room, surveying the small space that was just big enough for a person to turn around in.
Creak.
Wei Shanshan noticed that Yu Hong had even made them a door...
She pulled the wooden door shut and lowered the attached bolt, locking it securely.
Although it provided only modest security, it could at least prevent some invasion of privacy.
"Shanshan... you've suffered...," Wei Shanshan had just closed the door when her mother gently hugged her, hearing the extreme weariness in her mother's voice, and she couldn't help but feel a sting at the bridge of her nose.
"It's... it's okay... I'm not scared... We've made it through so many times before... and Teacher Song has always taken good care of me," she replied with a bit of choking in her voice.
