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.
• She would get to meet Zayne one day and one night later, whom she hadn’t been looking forward to seeing so much. As she lay down on the sofa again, the lazy feeling made her feel a bit relaxed. She was anxious, but she would occasionally space out as she did at this moment. She fell silent just then, not thinking about anything else since she just had to lay quietly on the sofa. Suddenly, she felt as though those grudges and overnight wealth were very far away from her. Not only that, Heather suddenly found it difficult to imagine the days to come if her life continued to be so easy and comfortable. It seemed that she had never enjoyed a life of ease and comfort since she was born. When she had time, she would let a fortune teller read her fortune to see if she was destined to have a tumultuous life.