Not far away, there was a sound, and Wen Xiao'ai instinctively looked over, only to see Nie Jiuque crouching under a tree, busy with something unknown.
She stood up, holding the black robe from her body, and walked forward curiously.
"What are you doing?"
"You're awake?" Nie Jiuque turned around at the sound and greeted her happily.
"What are you up to?"
"You'll know in a little while, I'll be done soon, just wait a bit longer."
As he spoke, his hands moved a little faster.
Wen Xiao'ai stepped forward, holding the black robe, crouched down with him, picked up a vine rope woven from vines on the ground and looked at it, then saw a thick wooden board lying on the ground.
"Are you making a swing?"
"Yes." He replied, somewhat clumsily weaving the vine in his hands, his beautiful hands full of cuts and stained with the juice from the green vines.
"I was afraid you'd get too bored, so I'm making a swing for you to play with."
