Chapter 212

By afternoon, Giada had joined the rest in the toil of the day. After messing up in the morning, she would have no chance of redeeming herself if she dared to slack off in the afternoon. By the time they returned in the evening, she was dog-tired, collapsing on the oxcart like a spent hound.

Finn, as usual, was using the rechargeable fan to cool Wyneth down.

"You can stop," Wyneth abruptly said.

"Huh?"

"The wind is picking up." Wyneth leaned back, her gaze fixed on the distant sunset.

Following her gaze, Finn took in the fiery sunset. The sun was nearly swallowed by the horizon, and at last, a breeze began to sweep away the day's relentless heat. In these peaceful fields, the twilight hour was always extraordinarily serene.

Wyneth closed her eyes, relishing the cool breeze. Strands of her soft, dark hair danced with the wind, and her face, illuminated by the setting sun, appeared even more tranquil.

Finn had always been a stickler for cleanliness. These past few days, enduring t