One listen, and you know what's going on.
The servant dared not think further, covered herself with the blanket, and forced herself to sleep.
The sound almost continued throughout the night without stopping.
***
It was another nice day the next morning.
Tong Ran got up very early, wearing a white long dress, and after washing, she carried Nannan downstairs.
The little one had fallen yesterday, and now he was leaning listlessly in Tong Ran's arms, looking quite unenergetic.
The wind had blown all night last night, and it was apparent that the windows on the first floor had been left open, leaving things on the coffee table in disarray.
The servant came out of the room with a towel and was startled to see her standing in the living room, quickly turning around, "Luo, Mrs. Luo..."
Tong Ran frowned, not understanding why she was acting skittishly, "What's the matter?"
