Juhua squatted down across from him, putting aside the little firewood she had picked up, saving it for when the firewood might not be enough later.
Mo Zili said sullenly, "The flint stone is gone!"
Upon hearing this, Juhua's expression shattered in an instant. She was already shivering from the cold, her lips turning blue and purple. She had barely made it this far by sheer willpower, just hoping for a warm fire to thaw her frozen body. Hearing that there was no way to make a fire extinguished the flame of hope in her heart with a 'sizzle', leaving her heart even colder than the soggy and cold clothes clinging to her.
She was an innocent woman, with her joys and sorrows written all over her little face. Knowing there was no fire, she tightly pursed her lips, on the verge of tears.
Seeing her like this, Mo Zili almost laughed. Holding back his laughter, he said, "Even without a flint stone, we can still make a fire. It's just a bit more trouble."
"Really?"
