The two of them left the fabric shop and found a small inn nearby, though it was still so expensive it was like having teeth pulled.
A room cost fifty cents, and Lin Qiao, thinking she had some silver coins on hand, asked the shopkeeper for two rooms.
She handed Song Tingfan the key, "Uncle, keep it safe."
Song Tingfan took the key, its cold touch making his heart feel heavy.
But he didn't know why he felt that way.
"What's wrong? Afraid to sleep alone?" Lin Qiao saw him staring blankly at the key and instinctively thought he was scared to sleep alone in an unfamiliar place.
He wasn't scared, but he wanted to stay with his sister-in-law; whenever he stayed with her, he felt peaceful and wouldn't dream of his dad, mom, and brother.
And his sister-in-law hitting him.
Song Tingfan's tone was a bit anxious, "Umm, sister-in-law, can I... stay in a room with you, I'll sleep on the floor..." He was so nervous he clutched his clothes tightly.
