Olivia was harnessing the bullock cart.

The village's primary modes of transportation were either horses or bullock carts.

Despite the challenging conditions, Olivia preferred the simple life of the village over the cutthroat environment of big cities.

"You should let Ethan go with you.

You'll be able to come back sooner." Wendy had just finished treatment on Cyril, so he couldn't move yet.

Also, she was trying to play matchmaker for the two of them.

Olivia couldn't turn Wendy down even though she knew what Wendy was doing.

It didn't really matter.

She was leaving in a few days, after all.

Ethan and Olivia sat next to each other on the bullock cart.

It was a very bumpy ride.

Every now and then, their bodies would be thrown up and down with the cart's motion.

Ethan suddenly burst out in laughter.

Olivia looked at him and asked, "Why are you laughing?" "| just feel like life here is very interesting.

I would never have thought we'd be living such a life, you driving a bullock cart while I shuck corn.

"This life isn't that bad.

It's peaceful and simple.

to spend the rest

just bea normal married couple."

many things she needed to do and people she

of how Mona died in front of her whenever she looked

a bright future ahead

heart but ended up getting shot to death by that

plan was finally near

taste of the pain Mona went through a hundred

was ready to exact revenge on everyone who

my wishful thinking, then." They

a cornfield and

eyes were completely healed, but he had to pretend to be

way, he would at least be able to hold

at Olivia for a while after each corn stalk he

wore plain clothes in

worked very quickly and

harvested

"Liv is so amazing.

a fast learner, and she

a promising future due to

lowered his head and started to

than

still standing because of his outstanding

to work as

down when he

down the sickle and sat down on

over some water

handed him the bottle of

chug the

sweat rolled down

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