The blanket lifted slightly at one corner, and Guaizai's two big eyes peeked out. Seeing they were still looking at him, he quickly covered himself again.
Sleeping next to Guaizai was Tang Fulang. Seeing no movement from under the thin blanket, he reached over and pulled it down for him.
Guaizai had been exhausted these past few days. The moment he lay down, he was dead to the world. Now he was sleeping soundly, and quite a few people gathered around to look.
A woman gently opened his little hand. It was wrinkled from being soaked in water for so long, and there were two blisters on his palm. She burst into tears right then and there.