C291 Simple and Crude

As I entered the room, I heard a low, magnetic song coming from the bedroom. It was "The stars in the sky don't speak, The babies on the floor miss their mothers …" It was very soft, but very pleasant to listen to.

My heart skipped a beat. I put on my slippers and walked over quietly. Aunt Wang was in the middle of tidying up the house. Seeing that I was about to greet her