Su Binglan didn't have to travel far since they lived in the same village. Her house was only a few steps away.
When Su Binglan got home, she didn't see any candlelights or lit oil lamps, so she thought Luo Jin'an might have fallen asleep.
However, she seemed to have heard something. It seemed to be the sound of someone chopping firewood. She looked under the moonlight and saw Luo Jin'an chopping firewood in the yard.
Su Binglan always thought Luo Jin'an possessed a unique, elegant, and noble aura, so chopping firewood didn't match his demeanor. Of course, it was a simple task, but Luo Jin'an made it look like a work of art. It was pleasing to the eyes.
Su Binglan thought of Luo Jin'an's physical condition and frowned. Then she approached him and said, "You're not well, and it's so late. You need to rest instead of chopping firewood."
