I could only stand helplessly beside The Shrew, constantly apologizing, but she just kept ranting relentlessly.
"I'm sorry, I won't do this again next time. I'm really sorry."
The Shrew finally calmed down, sighed, and continued working outside the kitchen. She picked up the axe and began chopping firewood, so I hurried over.
"You don't need to help. Your arms are too thin, and your hands are your livelihood. What if you get hurt? Selling vegetables for a month doesn't compare to you copying books for a month. Go do your own work."
I smiled and turned to walk into the study, continuing to copy books. From time to time, I glanced outside at The Shrew. After chopping the wood, she started cleaning, then said she was going to the vegetable garden to water the plants and pick some vegetables for the chickens.
Looking at everything in the courtyard, although a bit old, it was kept very clean and tidy. After copying for a while, I got up and went outside. It was almost sunset, but The Shrew hadn't returned yet.
Just as I was about to continue copying, The Shrew came back, looking at me with a shocked expression, swallowing nervously.
"M-m-murder..."
I blinked, having no idea what was going on. The Shrew grew agitated, came over, and grabbed my arm—she wasn't even carrying the vegetable basket.
After I waited for The Shrew to calm down, she finally spoke.