The Walton residence was bustling with activity for half the night. Finally, after Amelia fell asleep, it slowly quietened down.
Ling stood quietly outside the small balcony and looked at the branches that were starting to sprout. She was wearing clean pink cotton pajamas. Although the weather at the end of March was gradually warming up, it was still very cold at night. It was fine if there was a heater in the house, but it was definitely impossible to wear thin pajamas outside the balcony. However, Ling did not feel cold. She only stared blankly at the branches and then at the roots. The melted snow made the soil look wet. Unfortunately, she could not smell the fresh smell of the soil.
There was a knock on the door. George pushed the door open and entered. He was wearing home clothes that were slightly thicker than pure cotton pajamas. He slowly walked out of the small balcony and asked, "What are you looking at?"