I just smacked my lips and couldn't find anything to say.

My father had enough rest at this time, so he got up and went aside, picked up the stone axe, and started chopping firewood.

Jing wanted to go over and help, but his father took the slashes one after another and regarded Jing as an outsider.

He bent his fingers and walked to his mother again.

My mother looked at Jing, shook her head, and then lowered her head to do her own thing.

Jing swallowed and walked to his wife.

My wife doesn't raise her head.

Jing stretched out her hand, and she couldn't see it either.

Very stuffy and aggrieved.

But Jing felt guilty in her heart.

Why is this?

He was puzzled.

He glanced at his wife and walked slowly towards the door.
Chapter completed!