Then, Xu Xingguang finally started working on the pile of logs.
She sawed the logs, marked them with a chalk line, and cut them into uniformly sized strips, preparing to build a relaxing pavilion by the wall in the yard.
In the evening, Huo Wen'an returned from the mountain, chatted with her briefly, and then sat down on the recliner under the eaves, sinking into a drowsy sleep.
Lately, he had been dozing off more and more.
Sister Linlin noticed this issue and quietly asked Xu Xingguang, "Miss Xu, hasn't Mr. Huo recovered from his illness yet?"
As a rule, patients with stomach ailments become healthier after surgery.
But looking at Mr. Huo, he appeared like a withered log, struggling bitterly in a cold cave, unable to endure until next spring.
Xu Xingguang looked up under the eaves, staring at Huo Wen'an's much thinner face, and spoke directly, "He's not feeling very well."
Sister Linlin wanted to ask more but felt it wasn't her place, so she held back.
