In an instant, Qing Zhu thought about a lot of things. She increasingly wanted to know what she was like before, which made her feel a lot of uncertainty and a bit uneasy, always feeling an inexplicable sense of not belonging.
"I know, don't worry. I won't overthink it, and I also believe they'll be back soon." Nangong Shulan was just worried about their safety, not actually hoping for anything to happen to the kids, so she believed they would be fine.
"Mom, Sister Qing Zhu, what are you talking about?" Qin Jiale asked, looking at her mother and Qing Zhu sitting in the yard talking, while a few children were muttering by the door, not sure what they were doing.
"Nothing much. What are you planning to do?" Nangong Shulan looked at the basket in her daughter's hand and asked.
"I want to go to the riverbank to catch some whelks and stir-fry them." Qin Jiale knew there were plenty of whelks now and remembered the delicious dish her sister had made.
