Chapter 6 Dusk. As the sun set in the west, Song Shuqi dragged his exhausted body back. Out of all the odd jobs available, he had chosen fruit picking. Constantly lifting and lowering his arms in mechanical repetition quickly left his hands sore and numb, while the basket on his back grew heavier, pressing down on his shoulders. He had assumed it would not take much effort, but the physical exhaustion was no less than with any other job. He had wanted to give up several times along the way, but…