Old Mrs. Xu had the habit of turning off the lights the moment someone left. After Bai Chenggang and Shen Weimin departed, she instinctively blew out the oil lamp in the outer room and hurried into her daughter-in-law's room.
"...That boy is really something else. I'm not one to be swayed by small favors... but he's just so thoughtful. Think about it, if he weren't so considerate, would the family elders..."
After seeing them off, Xu Changqing returned to find the outer room pitch-black. She then glanced at the lone sack sitting under her bedroom window.
Hearing the faint sound of her grandmother's voice, Xu Changqing put a hand to her forehead. 'He's *too* thoughtful,' she mused. 'Look at this mess he's made. Now I have to clean up after him.'
By the light of the moon, Xu Changqing hurried to the window. She bent down, pulled out a pair of scissors, and snipped the thin hemp rope sealing the sack. Then, she opened it up and began pulling things out.
