"Let's rest for two minutes."
This time, Devina Millet compromised and held up two fingers.
She was simply too tired.
Could she not have just that brief rest?
Glancing at her indifferently, Flossie Wright didn't force her to keep going, but her aura suddenly grew a few degrees colder.
A second ago, when she hadn't heard Flossie pushing her, Devina Millet had sighed with relief, but the next moment, she felt Flossie's increasingly aloof aura.
Immediately, she understood something.
Knocking her head, Devina Millet helplessly climbed up from the ground.
Gathered firewood obediently for her.
Flossie scanned the silhouette of her dragging her fatigued body away.
But she didn't hold her back.
After several consecutive days of rain, even the firewood that was brought back was already soaked through, and if they didn't allow time for it to dry, tonight she and Devina Millet would probably have to endure hunger and cold.
However—
