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.

Looking around, he saw Annabel by

dried woods crashed against her body, pressing her small

he shot up from his

Chris followed behind him.

went out, but as one was blind while the other

and Chris made it to Annabel

two days, they had behaved politely. They were

not like Annabel, he still went forward to push the blocks of woods from Annabel’s form that

away. "Southern Village," he spoke,

he wanted to ask the photographers for help,

for

wood was moved, Annabel looked at Chris' small and pouty face.

was utterly

he was her son,

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

okay? Can you still stand

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