Then, he saw the "quilt" turn over, revealing the true situation underneath.
Su Xiaotang, his guardian and the only flesh and blood of his deceased comrade, was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed.
She was wearing a bright yellow sweatshirt that was obviously worn backwards, a pair of pajamas with pink unicorns printed all over it, and a pair of plush frog slippers on her crooked feet. One of them was still green, and the other could barely be seen to be blue.
Her hair was messed up like a bombed bird's nest, with a few stupid hairs sticking up stubbornly.
In her hand, she was holding a half-drawn piece of A4 paper, with serious anticipation on her face.
"Uncle!" Tangtang's eyes lit up, and her voice was so clear that it could break the tranquility of the morning, "Look! I drew the uncle fighting monsters!"
