People were talking too much in the hallway, carrying water, checking doors, and stacking supplies wherever they could find space. It was only a matter of time before things got messy. If Bai Li had a safer place and more useful systems in place, then moving was not a bad idea. The old woman looked toward Yan Cijin and said softly, "Think carefully. It would be good to have a safer place."
The little dumpling, who did not understand the full weight of the conversation, still sensed the change in the atmosphere. She reached out and grabbed Bai Li's finger with both hands, then asked in a tiny voice, "Auntie, are you taking us home?"
Bai Li looked down at her and smiled. "If you want, yes."
