"Second Brother, you can't get off the bed. You are too heavy for me to carry. Let Fourth Brother do it."
"Alright." Yishan didn't say anything else.
Xiao Qinghe moved to the edge of the bed, laying down on Su Qingyue's back, his hands resting on her shoulders. Her shoulders were thin, her body so slim...
He really couldn't figure out how such a frail wife could be so strong.
He felt both delighted and ashamed, increasingly feeling that he was not worthy of her...
Su Qingyue carried him to the chair by the kitchen stove, before going out into the yard to fetch a bundle of firewood.
Xiao Qinghe took the initiative to pick up the flintstone and prepared some dry grass to start a fire.
Su Qingyue looked at his handsome face, feeling that he was more silent than usual, "Fourth Brother…"
"Hm?" He turned his head to look at her.
"Do you know the first thing I thought of doing when I made some money?"
He thought for a moment, "Buy rice, buy food?"