After a busy half-day running from one end of the village to the other, and even making a trip up the mountain, Tang Xiao'nan's little six-year-old body was half-dead with exhaustion. She now truly understood the meaning of "the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak." She had originally planned to go find Adrian Hawthorne after lunch.
But the moment she finished her meal, she became so sleepy she couldn't keep her eyes open. She even fell asleep with the last mouthful of rice still in her mouth, her eyes squeezed shut, having never managed to swallow it. When Phoebe Huxley came out from the kitchen and saw her little daughter looking so impossibly cute, she couldn't help but smile.
"You've been running around since early this morning. You must be tired."
Phoebe Huxley picked up Tang Xiao'nan, intending to get the rice out of her mouth. But the moment she touched her, Tang Xiao'nan woke up. She groggily opened her eyes, smacked her lips a few times, and swallowed the rice.
