That night, it started to rain, pattering softly.
Lin Qiao was woken up by the cold, and got out of bed in the dark to close the window. Just then, a slight creaking sound was heard.
She perked up and instinctively asked, "Uncle?"
"Sister-in-law, it's me, I saw it was raining and came to close the windows and doors," a young voice said, with a hint of hoarseness.
Lin Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, "Uncle, are you cold? I'll get you a quilt."
Song Tingfan shook his head outside the door, "Sister-in-law, I'm not cold."
He paused for a moment, "Sister-in-law, make sure you're covered well."
"Alright, go back to sleep soon, call me if anything happens." After waiting for a while, there was no more sound from outside the courtyard, Lin Qiao lay back down and soon fell asleep.
The next day, the weather was clear. The ground that had been soaked last night was dry again, emitting heat.
