Because of the singing, everyone had a rather pleasant afternoon, completely forgetting that they were being held captive by the villagers.
Dinner was relatively quiet; the stranger was too busy filling his stomach to make any noise.
After dinner, everyone returned to their own rooms to rest.
Little Shitou pulled his mother back to their room, and as soon as they got in, he happily said, "Mom, Auntie is amazing, she knows so many songs and can even do magic tricks."
"Yes, Auntie is very capable." Shitou's mother sat there, clearly feeling that her son was particularly happy today.
"Mom, I learned several songs from Auntie too. She was right, singing can make people feel better. Let me sing for you and you'll feel better too."
Little Shitou was eager to sing what he had learned to his mother, hoping she would feel as happy as he did because of the music.
"Okay, go ahead and sing, Mom will listen." Shitou's mother smiled faintly, though her heart felt quite heavy.
