Chapter 722 This World Is Small

Heather hadn’t been staying in the forest for long, but she deeply felt how lonely the forester must’ve been. What puzzled her the most was the fact that there wasn’t even a TV, and he was probably out of touch with society. She leaned against the window sill while looking at the tiny bit of greens outside the window. Everything was deathly still in winter, but that little bit of life was enough to warm the heart. Heather was bored stiff, so she would often relieve her boredom in such a way. If it weren’t for the deepening dusk and the daybreak, she wouldn’t have known how much time had passed. Why isn’t there something to check the time inside this house? she thought to herself. Heather felt increasingly bored; she couldn’t find anything interesting, nor did she see anyone. In her mind, she planned to give the forester a TV as a present. After all, every industry was different, and they were equally worthy of respect.