As soon as Li Mazi shrieked, we heard someone else scream. 

An old woman in her fifties was freaked out. With a pale face, she shakily craned her neck out of the door. “W-Who are you looking for?” 

“We’re friends of Mr. Song’s. We’ve come from another city. We just visited Mrs. Song in the hospital and thought that maybe someone was living here that needed our help. That’s why we are here.” I stepped forward.

Perhaps it was because we had said that we had just visited Mrs. Song in the hospital, but the plain-looking middle-aged woman relaxed her guard. She asked worriedly, “How’s Mrs. Song? Did she get better? I’m going to buy some food and then go see her.” 

I politely gave her a nod. “She’s okay. It’s just that she keeps silent and watches the window all day. She doesn’t talk...