Everyone agreed with Guaibao's suggestion.
George also had the same thought, so he stepped forward quietly and placed his finger on it.
Click.
The door opened.
He carefully opened the door, and the three little ones curiously stuck their heads forward, nervously peeking inside.
On the wide bed, there was a soft bundle.
Ruby, worried about her sister, squeezed through the door crack and ran to the bedside, climbing up: "Sis! Sister! How are you?"
Heather was devastated, with a strong sense of pride, didn't want her younger siblings to know she had argued with George, and certainly didn't want them to see her crying, so she pulled the blanket up, covering her head.
"Get out! I'm sleeping, get out! Don't disturb my sleep!"
The voice was muffled through the blanket, without a hint of crying, yet it was clear in driving them away, fiercely.
Ruby breathed a sigh of relief.
The twins at the door also breathed a sigh of relief.
