Huo Linghun was lying on their bed in their little bamboo house, the pain he was feeling shining through in his expression. "How did this happen..." he groaned.

Xiao Xin sat beside him, rubbing his sore back. "Remember yesterday when you lifted that big log over your head?" he mentioned. "That's probably what made your back hurt."

Huo Linghun just groaned again in response.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you," Xiao Xin assured him.

He went to go get more water from the river. It was his first time carrying the bucket himself. He marveled at how strong Huo Linghun must be to carry it all the time, because it was very heavy.

The next day Xiao Xin was lying next to Huo Linghun on their bed, his face twisted in the same way. "Stupid heavy water bucket..." he groaned.