Feng and Elle had already done with their purchases in that particular shop. Only the Duke family was still searching for an appropriate weapon for Ethan.
Ethan brought a double-edged short sword after carefully selecting. Aiden did not bother at all. He simply slept on his dad's shoulders.
Feng had never seen him this tired before. She moved close to Ethan and tugged at his all sleeve. "Is he really okay?"
"He had a very bad motion sickness but he doesn't show it. But that trip through that array took him out. He pukes two hours straight."
Feng worriedly looked at Aiden "he was that sick? Why didn't he tell me so?"
"He doesn't want you to think he is weak." Ethan held Feng's hand softly. "I don't want you to think we are weak."