He gently scooped her up, pulling both her and the sheet into his arms, and caressed her fair little face, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy again?"
She turned her face away, "No."
"Really not?"
"Really not."
He seated her on his lap, "Is it because you saw the bodyguard that you're unhappy?"
She pouted, "An eyesore."
"You won't see them if you go down now."
"Really?"
"Go take a look and you'll know."
She hopped down from his lap, stretched her neck to peek at the doorway from upstairs, and indeed, those bodyguards were gone. A smile finally blossomed on her face as she let him take her hand to the garden.
In the very center of the garden was a very large tree.
Gong Heng led her to the swing under the tree, "How is it, does it resemble the one from your childhood?"
When she was young, he used to be under a similar tree, forever imprinted in her sight...
"It does."
