Zuo Xiangning had an unrestful sleep that night, tossing and turning with many thoughts.
But no matter what, she just couldn't let go of Lingxiao.
Early the next morning, she sat listlessly on a chair, embroidering a bellyband for Brother Hong.
Brother Hong was growing better than in her previous life; back then, he seemed too weak and always lacked energy, but now he was growing up white and plump, strong like a little calf.
A smile inevitably soaked the corners of Zuo Xiangning's mouth. She was embroidering a little tiger on Brother Hong's bellyband, which he should be able to wear to sleep in the summer when he was about seven months old.
"Miss, the Young Master has arrived," Pan Xia reported from outside.
"Please invite the Young Master in quickly." Zuo Xiangning put down her embroidery on the table beside her and stood up. As Zuo Zixi entered through the curtain, she smiled and saluted, "Big brother."
"What are you doing?" Zuo Zixi asked with a smile.