Tian Xiang leaned against the tree trunk, resting for about ten minutes. Feeling better, she led her son down the mountain from the other side, hoping to find a village or road.
She hadn't noticed while fleeing for her life earlier, but now she realized that at some point, the soles of her feet had been cut, leaving a bloody footprint with each step.
She tore off both sleeves to help wrap her son's feet.
Meng Jiani refused.
"Mom, your feet are hurt. You use them."
Tian Xiang shook her head, "Mom is an adult, it's fine. You're a child, your skin is delicate and needs protection."
Meng Jiani refused no matter what.
"I'm not a child, I'm a little adult."
In the end, Tian Xiang and her son each wrapped one foot.
The mother and son continued onward.
Momentarily out of danger, Little Jia Nian was somewhat excited, twirling a stick in his hand, he asked Tian Xiang, "Mom, was I impressive earlier?"
He was referring to the time he pushed the rock.
