Although Zhang Zian and the others didn't look like bad people, they were in a completely unfamiliar environment. Cai meiwen really wanted to take little celery home immediately, because the word "home" always made people feel at ease and warm. However, the storm outside was getting stronger and stronger. Even if she wanted to go home, she couldn 't. She could overcome all difficulties to find her daughter, but she couldn't bear to take her daughter to risk her life in the storm. She knew how dangerous it was, as she had just experienced it.
After she treated the wound with iodophor, little celery helped her throw the used cotton swab into the trash can.
"Little celery, why didn't you go home after school? why did you come here? Didn't the teacher tell you to go home directly?"
She held little celery's arm and asked seriously.
