She had no idea how he did it, but he carved away a third of the tree trunk.
"Just because I often hear you mention how much you love your wife, I wanted to test you." Song Yue said enviously, "It must be wonderful to be your wife."
Her words were sincere, the envy in her tone clearly audible, like an innocent and guileless young woman.
Jun Mochan didn't respond.
Feeling bored, Song Yue didn't dwell on the topic. She covered her hands and watched Jun Mochan skillfully wield the fruit knife.
Being good-looking does have its advantages; whatever you do, it's always pleasing to the eye.
"What are you doing?" Song Yue curiously asked.
Was he doing this because he was upset? Cutting down the tree?
Jun Mochan did not answer her.
This time Song Yue didn't drive the conversation, she just sat on the ground and silently watched Jun Mochan at work.
The surroundings were so quiet that only the sounds of insects were audible. It made Song Yue feel as though time was standing still.