So mother and child hugged each other and burst into tears. The child cried until exhausted and fell asleep again, but Qin Yin couldn't fall asleep, holding the quilt tightly, embracing the child.
Only when the thunder stopped did she slowly fall asleep herself.
The next day, the weather was unexpectedly good. The thunderstorm from last night seemed almost like an illusion, leaving only a few water droplets on the flowers and trees.
Qin Yin looked at the few pots of flowers outside, almost uprooted by the rain. She reached out to rearrange the flowers and plants, quietly telling herself there was nothing to fear; it was just thunder and rain. Surely, it couldn't be scarier than those trying to take her child away?
No, definitely not, she kept comforting herself over and over.
