The child happily ran off with the lollipop, and Wen Ying headed to the Zhang family's door, carrying a small, transparent box.
The small, transparent box was soft, made of some unknown material that felt pleasant to the touch.
If she recalled correctly, this was the first time Wen Ying had visited Uncle Zhang's home since coming to this world.
Uncle Zhang's home was only a four or five-minute walk from the general store. It was located in a rather old residential complex where the buildings' colors had faded. Most of the residents were elderly.
Or multi-generational households.
Wen Ying found Uncle Zhang's home easily and knocked on the door.
She knocked for quite a while, but no one answered.
Just as Wen Ying was contemplating how to get inside and check on them, the door opened. She saw Aunt Zhang, who looked clearly exhausted.
But when she saw Wen Ying, a flash of joy crossed her face. "Little Ying, what are you doing here?"
