C112 Anxiety

Qi Shuipei really did go.

Qi Xingyun was sitting under the eaves, classifying the bamboo he had intercepted according to its purpose. He used a charcoal pen to draw out the marks, making it easier to use a chisel to bore holes in it when the time came.

Chi Ziyu leaned against the door, her head lowered as she sewed her raincoat.

Both of them were busy with their work and spoke very little