Under the setting sun, Wang Xiaoli carried a large bucket of water, struggling to haul it up to apartment 202.
Hearing the violent coughing from inside the apartment, she subconsciously tightened her mask.
She placed the bucket on the floor by the entrance, then knocked.
A moment later, the door creaked open a crack.
Wang Xiaoli intended to put the bucket inside, just as she always did.
But the door was blocked. Granny Li clutched her chest and waved a hand wearily. She turned away, covering her mouth to cough a few times, then pointed her free hand at a stool by the door.
On the stool sat a large bag filled with some withered fruit, some cured meat, and rice.
Wang Xiaoli froze for a second. She picked up the bag. It was heavy.
'So heavy... Don't tell me Granny Li gave me all the food she had left in her house.'
"Go."
Granny Li's hoarse voice came from inside.
