Mrs. Zhou's expression was somewhat odd, "You saw her?"
"Mm-hm," Zhou Weimin nodded, he said, "Those three children were playing at the courtyard entrance with Yichen and his brothers. I saw them on my way back, riding my bike."
To prevent her son from overthinking, Mrs. Zhou didn't continue the conversation. She filled a basin with water and placed it on the steps under the eaves, "Hungry? Hurry up and wash your hands. Your sister-in-law will be lifting the lid off the pot soon."
Zhou Weimin's lips twitched slightly; he hummed affirmatively, washed his hands, and sat on the bamboo chair nearby, lost in thought as he gazed at the evening glow in the sky.
He's back... Li Bao's back!
A dull pain throbbed in his chest.
And the corners of his eyes began to sting involuntarily.
