Chapter 113: Tear off Her Vest
In the morning, the grass in the courtyard was all cleaned up.
Except for a small sapling on the east side.
Although it wasn't as high as a person's leg, it was so fragile that even a gust of wind might break it. But now the yard was suddenly bald, so it stood out.
"Why not just pull it out as well?" Daisy Zane asked.
"Let's keep it," Kevin Clark replied, "and enjoy the shade under it when it grows up."
Daisy Zane looked at the sapling swaying in the wind, not even sure if it could survive: "It'll be decades before we can enjoy the shade under it, right?"
Kevin Clark raised his eyebrows and smiled.
Suddenly understanding what he meant, Daisy Zane glanced at him and said nothing.
Decades, such a long time, she didn't even dare to think about it.
...
That day, besides pulling weeds in the morning, Daisy Zane did nothing but wait for meals.
She initially wanted to help cook but ended up breaking a plate by turning around.