Xiao Xiao was a fifteen-year-old boy, but he looked only about ten.
However, Chi Xiu could tell that as the only male in Xiao Xiao's family, he was probably also the only laborer. Aside from being somewhat hot-tempered, he likely took on most of the hard work in their daily lives.
Just then, Xiao Xiao lifted the curtain and walked in, carrying an armful of firewood. Da Da had already finished his meat, so he immediately stood up, took the wood from Xiao Xiao's arms, and placed it into the pile of charcoal with only scarlet embers left.
Xiao Xiao returned to her seat.
Da Da lay on the ground and blew on the charcoal with his mouth.
"I can tell your brother takes good care of you," Chi Xiu suddenly said.
Xiao Xiao looked over at him and said somewhat embarrassedly, "Because I've been in poor health since I was little. I get weak and faint at the slightest thing. Da Da is a good child. He's very gentle and attentive."
Hearing that, Da Da, who was lying on the ground blowing on the fire, smiled happily.
The fire soon started burning again.
The warm flames scorched the bottom of the stove, adding another layer of ash to its pitch-black base.
"Chi Xiu, where did you come from?" Xiao Xiao suddenly turned to look at Chi Xiu.
"Me? If I said I came from another world, would you believe me?"
"Another world?"
Xiao Xiao seemed to have no concept of that.
"I don't think there's another world here," she said doubtfully.
Chi Xiu smiled and thought for a moment before changing his wording. "You can think of the other world I mentioned as the heavens."
"Nonsense. Only dead people go to the heavens. Dad and Mom went to the