Min glanced back at Xiqiu, thought for a moment, and then sat back down to seriously continue writing.
Xiqiu sat beside him, using needle and thread under the candlelight to make a short cape for Min. Since she joined the household, all the close-fitting garments for Fourth Master Xiao and Min had been made by her own hands.
The room was quiet, with only the flickering of the candlelight audible, as the nurse and Dongling quietly retreated.
When Min finished the homework assigned by his teacher and put down his pen, he finally remembered that Xiqiu was still sitting beside him. He turned back to see Xiqiu leaning to one side, seeing her sitting there quietly with slender fingers holding the needle, threading with precision and elegance, her brows serene and gentle, seemingly exuding warmth under the dim candlelight...
Min's gaze fell onto the clothes in her hands, and his hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist.
"Mother!" Min called softly, "I'm finished!"
