Yu Xia was too tired to speak and only replied perfunctorily with "uh-huh" and "oh-oh".
Xie Qingci glanced at her, leading her into the nearby woods.
Yu Xia's eyes widened: "What are you doing?"
He bent down to look for suitable branches, speaking without turning his head: "Aren't you too tired to walk? I'll make a simple cart from the branches and drag you along."
"... Oh, like that."
He chopped a lot of thicker branches, tied them into a framework with vines, and then covered them with overlapping branches and leaves from a yellow cypress tree.
Squatting beside him, Yu Xia watched expectantly as the single-luxury cart took shape, praising him as if words were free.
"You're amazing to be able to do this."
"Good-looking, good-tempered, and handy. Modern younger guys are truly impressive."
"Xie Qingci, is there anything you can't do? Give us clumsy folks some space."
"You're so good, I'm so moved, sob sob sob."
