On the last day of her experience living there, Shen Yan was surrounded by villagers early in the morning, with every word they uttered inevitably circling around "we can't bear to part with Yanyan, our dear girl."
Then Shen Yan worked even harder.
The machinery billowed with smoke.
Qi Si didn't enter the village directly.
Instead, he walked expressionlessly behind Gu Ting.
Ahead of him, Gu Ting slinked like a thief, her body low, wearing professional hiking boots, and carrying a bulging camouflage backpack whose contents were a mystery.
The straps had left marks, and although Qi Si offered to carry it for her three times, she refused each time.
Separated by half a small mountain, Gu Ting saw Shen Yan in the field, busy as a buzzing harvester, and her eyes instantly reddened.
"Wuwu... Yanyan has never suffered like this since she was little. How can she endure it?"
Qi Si watched without any emotion.
