A Thin Line Between Life And Death

At noon, Jiang Hao and Cheng Chou helped start the fire. Miao Xiang began cooking.

The fish that Xiao Li had caught was the main dish being cooked.

Xiao Li talked a lot. Miao Xiang was busy cooking, and she occasionally responded to Xiao Li's constant chatter.

Xiao Li didn't mind. She helped with cutting the fish. Once she was finished, she picked up the bowl and went to show it to her mother.

Her mother praised her, which made Xiao Li laugh in happiness.

The quiet courtyard was lively in Xiao Li's presence. It seemed she was the source of life and vitality in this desolate place.

Without Xiao Li, the two old people's lives would have been lonely. Perhaps it would have been too quiet for them to look forward to their deaths.

With Xiao Li, it was different. They were still moving toward the end of their lives, but they were at least happy.