Xie Wanqing glanced around. The room was very small, so small that there wasn't even a wardrobe, nor were there any boxes or places where someone could hide.
There was only… barely enough space for a person under the bed.
It was the simplest wooden bed, with four posts and a single plank, offering no real cover for her body.
Time was of the essence, and she couldn't afford to be choosy. Xie Wanqing didn't hesitate for long and quietly slipped under the bed.
This hiding spot was extremely precarious. She could only pray that those three wouldn't suddenly have the whim to check under the bed.
She was even mentally prepared to be discovered. Unexpectedly, not long after she lay down, not far from the bed, the mother from the mother-daughter pair she thought had already stopped breathing painfully turned over, facing the door, as if trying to crawl toward her daughter.
The mother's bare back completely shielded Xie Wanqing under the bed.
