"Nora Smith, I'm here." Asher Hawn's voice came from a distance.
Nora Smith's heart loosened and he followed the sound.
"Why do you run away without asking you to wait for me there?" Nora Smith's tone was somewhat reproachful.
Doesn't the man know he's still sick? It made her so anxious.
Asher Hawn, however, did not know where he had caught two little sparrows. He raised his lips and said, "Sparrows should taste good."
"You... went to catch sparrows? Why don't you have a good rest?" Nora Smith hurried to hold Asher Hawn and complained, "You still have a fever."
"You care about me?" Asher Hawn had just found some wild fruits to eat in the woods, and now he felt much more comfortable. He was in a good mood when he saw that Nora Smith was very nervous.
Nora Smith gave him a white look. "I don't care about you. Who do I care about?"