The young boy cleaned the bowl with well water before running in, saying to Xia Ningxing, "Sis, I'm off to work. I'll buy you your favorite candied hawthorn sticks just like I used to when I come back tonight."
His clear pupils shone brightly, as if Xia Ningxing was his entire world.
Xia Ningxing was about to casually ask what kind of work he was going to do, but she swallowed her words at the last moment.
As his "sister," how could she possibly not know what kind of work he did on a daily basis?
So, after thinking it over, Xia Ningxing decided to follow him.
When she saw the young boy carrying sandbags on the dock, Xia Ningxing nearly burst into tears.
The thirteen-year-old boy was tall, but as thin as a bamboo pole. Yet, at this moment, his scrawny shoulders were bearing a load of at least ninety pounds, bending his back under the weight of the sandbags.
