Many dead branches hung from the tree, and Shen Jianshu merely had to swing his hand to knock plenty of them down. At this rate, they would soon gather enough firewood for their needs.
However, Shen Jianshu's pace suddenly slowed down.
He looked down at the person busily gathering twigs beneath the tree, feeling a palpable stir of emotion.
He suddenly thought that if time could just pause at this moment, that would be good.
He knocked branches down from the tree while she picked them up from the ground. This division of labor was reminiscent of a married couple from the 80s or 90s.
How nice it would be if time could truly stop.
Shen Jianshu was momentarily lost in a daze.
After picking up branches for a while, Lin Chuxia noticed none were falling anymore, so she looked up to find Shen Jianshu just standing in the tree, not knocking down any branches, and assumed he was tired.
"Do you want to come down and rest for a bit?" Lin Chuxia suggested.
