Ji Xiaosong slept until the sun had set before she slowly woke up.
As her eyelashes fluttered, the last sliver of golden-red light dripped from the tips of the grape leaves.
Her body, curled up in the rocking chair, was like a ripe peach. The evening breeze billowed her loose, pale-green Ruqun, revealing a glimpse of her fair ankles.
"You're awake."
Rongrong's mournful voice echoed in Ji Xiaosong's mind.
"Ah, I fell asleep again. The first trimester really makes you tired."
Ji Xiaosong was still lying in the rocking chair, half-reclined. She cracked her eyes open just a sliver to look at Rongrong.
Her gaze held a trace of drowsiness and resignation, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.
One hand rested unconsciously on her still-flat stomach, stroking it gently.
"When are you going to start your plan?"
Rongrong got down to business, as this was also a good opportunity for the two of them to accumulate merit.
