"Because the story is made up," Sang Qiao could tell that her daughter was scared, so she reached out and hugged her tightly, her voice gentle.
"Oh, but I still feel a little bit scared," Si Tiantian's eyes rolled around uncontrolled, inevitably looking toward the window.
The curtain wasn't drawn, and it was pitch black outside the window at this moment, with the streetlight casting fuzzy shadows of trees, resembling a silhouette.
In the story, demons would snatch children from the windows, which made Si Tiantian even more scared.
"Mom, why aren't the curtains drawn?"
"Too lazy to pull them." Sang Qiao then realized her curtains were still open.
"But I'm scared," Si Tiantian said weakly, her eyes fixated on the window.
"I'll go pull them." Sang Qiao resignedly got up, drew the curtains, and turned on the desk lamp nearby, brightening the whole room with its light.
After doing these, Sang Qiao returned to bed, holding her daughter tight.
