Chapter 587

Early in the morning, at Southern Village...

The morning mist blanketed the small village, the atmosphere quiet and tranquil. The delicate house made of bamboo was a home hidden away from the rest of the world.

Every morning, Annabel would wake up early to manage the vegetables and prepare breakfast. A photographer had captured her movement, made it into a short clip, and posted it on social media.

Within a few days, Annabel’s account already garnered 40 million fans, impressively so like she was a celebrity.

It was because she was never fake in the clip and did not do it for show-it was purely habitual. There she was, carrying a big basket of dried woods she got from the forest on her back, weighing over 100 kilograms. Her small figure bent over due to the pressure and her clear face full of sweat was not a pretty, dainty sight.

If it was some other superstars, they would think this made an ugly posture. However, Annabel did not mind at all, she carried the blocks of wood on her back and walked to the yard.

She failed to notice, however, that beans were scattered on the pathway as she walked to the yard. Unaware, she slipped on the beans and fell.

"Argh!"

A sharp scream rang in the air.

balcony when he heard the scream. Looking around, he saw

crashed against her body,

up from

Chris followed behind him.

went out, but as one was blind while the other disabled, they struggled

made it

they had behaved politely. They were

went forward to push the blocks of woods

right away. "Southern Village," he

he wanted to ask the photographers for help, but they had already gone back.

hesitated for

Chris' small and pouty

voice was utterly weak

that he was her son, only referring to him as

did not like weak women; he did not particularly like Annabel. He merely helped

okay? Can you still

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