Sweat trickled down her cheeks. Dong Huiying had found a small stick somewhere, and she squatted on the ground, digging the hard, sandy soil near the cactus. This cactus was relatively small, merely reaching her waist. The ones far in the distance, several meters tall, thick and robust, were the real challenge. She was working so hard that she was grunt, and Hong Xiangjun, equally filthy and drenched in sweat, came over to her, "Take a break, it’s scorching at midday, and if we keep this up, we’ll dry out like jerky." The young girl rolled up her sleeves and wiped the sweat from her face, "It’s okay, you rest first. I just counted; there are eighty-one cacti around here, big and small. The sooner we finish the work, the sooner we can ask her the proper questions." Hong Xiangjun pulled the stopper from her water flask, wanting to moisten her throat, only to find the flask was empty. "Forget it, since we’re close friends who would die for each other, I’ll join you. But I’m out of water, I’m going to get some first, or else I might actually die of thirst soon." Hong Xiangjun walked away, staggering under the blistering sun. At that moment, a cape suddenly draped over the young girl’s head. Dong Huiying looked up under the cape and saw Liang Haoming looking at her expressionlessly. He suddenly grasped her by the elbow and pulled her up from the ground. The man paused mid-step and suddenly turned to look at her. His gaze lingered on her sunburned cheeks, then he grasped her hand and headed inside the house. Once inside, he pulled out a water flask, helped his young wife drink some water, then stuffed some dry food into her mouth. He was inexplicably agitated. After she ate some dry food, she quickly waved her hands, "I’m not hungry or tired, there’s still a lot of work left outside." He frowned at her, "No, it’s too hot!" Then he grabbed another handful of dry food, "Eat!" Can we be a bit gentler, please? This guy, with his forceful manner, left her no choice. If one didn’t know better, just by his icy expression, one would think he had a temper and was about to hit her. She sighed. "Alright, then I’ll rest a bit until it cools down." He looked at her solemnly, then silently squatted down, helped her take off her shoes, rolled up a small bundle to serve as a pillow, and gestured for her to lie down and sleep. She gave him a look and then, secretly amused, complied obediently. Perhaps the sun had been too strong earlier as she seemed to have a slight heatstroke. While she was busy, she hadn’t felt it much, but now that she was resting, she suddenly felt dizzy and nauseous. She swallowed a homemade pill, thinking a little rest would be good. Liang Haoming stood by the bed, his gaze fixed on her face, silent. Seeing the sweat-dampened wisps of hair at her forehead, he furrowed his brows. After she fell asleep, he quietly picked up his long knife and stealthily left the room. "Sweep it clean, no slacking." Liu Yi sat on a small stool, holding a handful of sunflower seeds. She cracked the seeds and watched Hong Wenbin, who was sweeping the floor with a broom, his face grim. Along with Hong Wenbin was the boy. Named Bai Lin, he seemed to regard Hong Wenbin as his guide, following him around like a shadow, always a short distance from Hong Wenbin.