Two days passed peacefully.
Every morning, Su Qinglan would climb up to the top of the mountain to check on the work. Rong Ye and Han Jue were doing an amazing job.
The tall tree they had chosen was already hollowed out into two large floors. Its inside looked spacious and strong, the wood smoothed neatly, with even the corners polished clean.
Su Qinglan stood there with a bright expression on her face, admiring their work. "You two are really good at this," she said proudly. "At this rate, we'll have a proper house in no time."
Han Jue wiped the sweat from his neck and smiled faintly. "It'll be ready soon."
Rong Ye only grunted softly, but his tail was wagging behind him, clearly pleased by her praise.
Every time she came, Su Qinglan brought them food... roasted meat, cooked eggs, or the fresh soup Hu Yan had made that morning.
