The sky turned bright.
Lin Hanxing did not sleep well. She was used to having nightmares for years, so sleep deprivation was the norm for her.
There was a faint sound of wood being chopped outside.
Mengsong had no access to natural gas, so the traditional way of cooking had to be adopted. Big pots would be put on the stove and wood had to be chopped for fire.
Uncle Dumb chopped wood every morning. However, the sound did not sound right that day.
Lin Hanxing woke up and pushed open the door after briefly freshening up.
The man in the courtyard was hacking the log with an ax. With a snap, the log was cut into two.
He made it look easy and there was no trace of the man having a high fever at all.
Lei Xiao wore only a black racer vest on his upper body; his sweat made his exposed muscles glisten.
