Bai Li did not say much, but she could feel the attention in every small motion. It was strange, really. In a world that had become so messy and scary, something as simple as having a wound cleaned with care could feel almost too gentle. The room itself seemed to hold that feeling. The sofa was a little messy, the tea table had snacks and medicine and a few random things on it, and the windows had been shut tight because of everything happening outside, but even then the apartment still felt warm. The little girl watching from the living room kept leaning forward and then back again, as if she was trying to understand what adults were doing with that serious face, yet she did not dare to interrupt. She only blinked and stayed quiet, her small body curled around her doll, looking very much like she had already decided that this auntie was someone worth paying attention to.
