Best friends are for confiding in, and whenever Chi Yue encountered an unhappy situation in the past, she would also complain to Wang Xueya.
But today, she didn't want to say anything.
There are some secret worries that people without empathy cannot understand.
Wang Xueya's concern for her was sincere, but since Wang Xueya grew up in a different environment, they could share secrets but not emotions.
Chi Yue looked at the plans until the early hours of the morning, and when she woke up groggily, Yu Feng was holding firewood to start a fire.
The pile of firewood that had been stacked high had not diminished since her last visit; in fact, it had increased and was nearly too much for the eaves to hold.
"Mom, let me." Chi Yue went over to help, carrying the firewood to the kitchen, where she sat on a wooden stool to light a fire and cook.
It was already broad daylight, and Yu Feng would not usually start cooking at this hour.
