The next morning, Jiang Lai and Xie Jian packed their bags and went to the back house.
On the first day of the family separation, Xie Jian didn't go to the fields, instead, he took a sickle to clear the weeds around the house.
As soon as Jiang Lai came over, she got scratched by the wild grass on her calf, leaving a fresh red mark on her fair and tender leg. Xie Jian threw down the sickle, walked over and looked down, furrowing his thick brows, then immediately found a handful of wild grass, chewed it up and applied it to the wound.
"Stand far away, don't come over."
Jiang Lai watched him squat beside her, and simply sat on his shoulder while looking at the surrounding wild grassland. Behind them was a small hill, deserted and rarely visited, below the hill a stream flowed, originating from a distant mountain and leading to the river in the village where people washed clothes and irrigated.
"I'm bored doing nothing, there's a river over there, I'll go take a look."
