On the first day of the Chinese lunar year, Daisy Zane went up the mountain once again and returned home in the afternoon to cook and eat two barrels of instant noodles.
She then squatted at the entrance of the kitchen, supporting her chin with one hand, looking at the overgrown grass in the courtyard.
It should be cleaned, but...it's better to go back to the room for a nap first.
As a result, she slept all the way until the evening.
So, when Kevin Clark arrived in the evening, Daisy Zane was busy pulling up the grass in the courtyard.
Completing the work that should have been done during the day but was not.
The dim courtyard light was on.
Daisy Zane's fair hands were covered with dirt, her slender jade-like fingers seemed soft and powerless. Yet, with one hand, she dug in, her knuckles bulging, and the roots of the small grass peeling out with the soil, losing their lives.
