The three hundred and eighty-sixth time.
Amidst the endless clamor and mental torment, Su Ling'er felt herself gradually growing numb.
It wasn't until her Eldest Senior Brother's footsteps drew near that a jolt shot through her numb senses as if from a needle prick, and she tensed instinctively.
The aching fatigue born from repetitive labor was instantly suppressed by a much stronger sense of wariness.
She turned around, forcing a smile that looked more pained than tears.
"Eldest Senior Brother, is there anything else?"
The deafening racket seemed to only accentuate her loneliness and helplessness.
The shadow of her Eldest Senior Brother, who approached as if riding the wind, fell over Su Ling'er and completely enveloped her.
His gaze lingered on the strands of hair plastered to Su Ling'er's cheek by sweat.
"Are you tired, Junior Sister?"
he asked with concern.
"Do you need them to put in a bit more effort?"
