Single mother

She was anxious and exhausted. After entering the room, she collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath. Her face was pale and bloodless.

Zhang Zian quickly closed the window again, then brought her a towel, a set of Winter Pajamas, and a pair of slippers. He left the storage room and let her dry her hair and body. Then he changed into the pajamas, otherwise she might catch a cold. He didn't have any other clothes suitable for her.

After a while, she opened the door and came out. She changed into her pajamas and slippers. She seemed to have stuffed the wet clothes into her bag and handed him a wet towel."Thank you. Where's my daughter?" she asked.

"Your daughter is on the first floor. Watch your step and don't miss it."

Zhang Zian could understand how anxious she was to see her daughter, so he pointed to the stairs.

She thanked him again and hurried to the first floor, with Zhang Zian slowly following behind.

"Little celery!"

"Mother!"