"See you next week, Old Griffith."
"Sure, see you next week."
Robert waved goodbye to his old friends, who also waved back with smiles. He was about to start packing up his fishing gear when he saw William holding the fishing rod and a folded stool, and Cherish carrying a bucket in each hand. Without exchanging a word, they had already got everything sorted out. Robert glanced at the two of them, then turned and walked towards the parking area, with them quietly following behind.
In the left bucket, there were several fish caught by William.
In the right bucket, there was only one fish caught by Robert.
However, carrying buckets of different weights and a bag of snacks on the wrist proved to be too much for Cherish. She stubbornly pursed her lips, struggling without making a sound.
Walking behind, William noticed her uneven shoulders and sped up to walk beside her. "Give me the left bucket," he said.
"I can carry it myself," Cherish replied softly.
