She had only shopped halfway last time.
This time, Fu Sinian led her deeper into the vineyard.
In the middle of a row of vineyards, Shi Qian saw a small wooden hut.
Besides, there were lights on and the windows were open. Someone must have taken care of it.
"Why is there a wooden house here?"
"I got someone to create it earlier." Fu Sinian took Shi Qian's hand and walked in.
The wooden house was very good. It was only about ten square meters. Inside, there were some bookshelves and a guitar. It was clean and tidy.
"This place is too comfortable!" Shi Qian walked barefoot into the house and picked up a book.
She flipped it open. There was a grape leaf in it.
However, the grape leaf was dry. It was obvious that it had been picked for a long time.
It was impossible for Fu Sinian to have gotten someone to book this wooden house after he woke up. He must have created it before he fainted.
