Jiang Xia's simple "Got it?" made An Ning, who was standing behind him, break into a smile she didn't quite understand herself.
"I got it. I won't let anyone find out. And besides, it was just an idea—I wasn't actually planning on acting on it."
An Ning grabbed a small stool and sat down right next to Jiang Xia. She nudged him with her elbow and asked, "You just trust me that much?"
"If our roles were reversed, you'd do the same, wouldn't you?"
An Ning answered Jiang Xia's question with a firm nod.
"Of course. You're my best friend, after all."
"CRACK—"
Jiang Xia snapped a branch meant for the fire in his hands. It was a little... thick.
'It was so short, and he still broke it…'
As someone who often helped Lin Cuihua stoke the fire, An Ning thought it was an unwise move for Jiang Xia to snap that branch.
"This helps it burn more thoroughly."
