Xu Feng lay on the bench, enjoying his alone time. This was as close to alone time as he was allowed to get—Xu Si sat with a stool in the corner sewing something or other.
After his fainting incident, even when Xu Si needed to go relieve herself, she would need to swap out with someone else. He couldn't even go to the restroom on his own!
It was sort of deserved, but also sort of overkill, but also kind of cute, maybe?
Xu Feng stared into the beams of the greenhouse; his book long forgotten as he spaced out. The golden ring on his finger constantly twirling as he played with it.
In the last few days, he hasn't connected with Xu Zeng. Even though this had worried him before, he feels much more comfortable with the ring on—it's like he can feel Xu Zeng through space, time, and void.
He was also trying to be positive, so worrying about his brother was counter productive, babies need de-stressed moms, right?
