After Auntie Marie emerged from the Russian olive forest, she wiped the sweat off her forehead.
Her chubby face was like an apple cut in half, which was particularly striking.
Although she had been busy for a day, she was physically and mentally exhausted, especially in a hot environment like the desert.
However, she became spirited again as she looked at the plump Russian olives. Pride and a sense of accomplishment filled her day.
Since Lord Richard appointed her as the person in charge of the agricultural area, she would come on time every day, whether under the scorching sun or the scorching heat.
That was her responsibility and also her honor.
To contribute her strength to Twilight City was her uttermost satisfaction.
It was an opportunity she had never experienced in half her life.
Auntie Mari waved at the residents who walked out of the Russian olive forest after she rested for a while.
