The breeze was gentle and the sky clear of distant clouds.
Spring had surely arrived in earnest, a time of year made for sleeping; one could set up a parasol under the sun, lay out a thick blanket, shield one's head and bask in the sunlight while being caressed by the wind. By your side, a pot of freshly plucked spring tea—not necessarily Longjing or Cliff Tea—even the most ordinary rough tea could impart a warm flavor.
After inviting Xingxing and the others for lunch, Qiu Tianzhi left, entrusting his younger brother and sister to Xingxing with great seriousness while leaving. The usually domineering second brother had turned surprisingly docile by the afternoon, especially in the way he spoke to Xingxing, which she found quite strange.
"Rou, if there's nothing else, go take a rest,"
the second brother offered a cup of juice to Xingxing who sat in her chair, dazed. She slowly lifted her head, glanced at the second brother, and accepted the juice: "Thank you."
