Willow went ahead and pulled out a book. Then, she turned on her flashlight and began to read. Curious, she chose not to sit near the children. She was curious to see what they would do once fear struck them again.
Looking at the two now compared to the past, the two children had grown. She recalled the crying children that had been thrown into a corner by their mother as she led the victims away from them and the foolish attempt the two made to run after her with tears in their eyes. When she saved them, Li Yan was still no older than what? Six? Eight? She only knew that the brother was just a couple years older than his adoptive sister. From there, that was always how she remember how old Yang Wei was. Now, it had almost been a few months after that incident with the Gu poison.