No matter who this person was, seeing the mute's gratefulness in his eyes every time he brought firewood, and the gradually brightening sparkle, she couldn't possibly turn him away.
Besides, once she started cooking food for sale, she would definitely need a lot of firewood.
The overhang of the kitchen was already piled high, and a lot had been stacked under the overhang on the other side as well; Xie Zhinuan hadn't put up a shed, planning to buy a tarp to cover it when the time came.
The thick logs were stored in the yard, and the small twigs were outside; now, firewood was the most abundant thing in her home.
By the end of May, it was already somewhat hot; but perhaps because of drinking the spiritual spring water, Xie Zhinuan didn't feel it; she looked increasingly delicate and charming. Her beauty shone from the inside out, making it hard for anyone who saw her to resist feeling an immediate sense of closeness.
