Jai Mei's Unforeseen Journey to Ancient China

Fifty Nine: Liu Feng Olive Branch III

Shu Wang was in the midst of preparing dinner, his movements around the kitchen both practiced and graceful.

Chun Wei busied himself with organizing extra produce and replenishing necessary supplies, ensuring everything was in perfect order.

Meanwhile, Hao Zhang meticulously hung clothes to dry, his task carried out with an air of quiet concentration.

Jai Mei, momentarily lost in thought from the aromatic scents wafting through the air, decided to join in the kitchen activities.

Gently rising from Feng's bed, she tenderly adjusted his bedding and smoothed his hair one final time, a gesture filled with care and consideration.

Clutching the heartfelt letter Liu Feng had entrusted to her, she placed it securely within a chest in her room-a symbol of treasured memories and promises held close.

Eager to contribute, she made her way to the kitchen, offering her assistance to Shu Wang with the evening meal.

It was Hao Zhang who volunteered to rouse Liu Feng, entering the room to find him awake yet introspective, gazing contemplatively at the ceiling, seemingly rejuvenated and pondering the tranquility of his rest.

As Liu Feng basked in the rare tranquility of a dreamless sleep, an unfamiliar yet comforting presence enveloped him.

Drifting between consciousness and slumber, he sensed a soothing aroma permeating the air, accompanied by a gentle warmth and occasional soft touches.

These sensations, reminiscent of the secure embrace of his mother, long since passed, beckoned him to linger in their embrace, to grasp at this fleeting serenity.

Awakening to a room suffused with a calming scent, Liu Feng felt an unprecedented sense of refreshment, as if the burdens that once haunted his nights had been momentarily lifted.

His gaze, still adjusting to the light, found Jai Mei nearby. There she was, Jai Yuna, engrossed in reading his letter, her eyes dancing with a spectrum of emotions, her fingers tenderly brushing through his hair.

The sight, so unexpected, sparked a whirlwind of emotions within him. His heart fluttered with a nervous anticipation, curious and apprehensive about her reactions to his penned thoughts. What did she discern in his words, and what would this mean for their shared future?

Caught in a delicate balance between wakefulness and the vestiges of sleep, Liu Feng grappled with the unexpected intimacy of the moment.

Why was Jai Yuna here, offering him such tenderness and solace? Since awakening, he found himself unwilling to break the spell of tranquility that enveloped them, fearful that any sudden movement might shatter the rare serenity.

His heart was a tumult of anxiety and yearning, desiring nothing more than for the peacefulness to stretch into eternity.

As Jai Mei reached the conclusion of his letter, she laid it aside, letting out a sigh adorned with a faint smile. This reaction puzzled Liu Feng; his own words, he believed, held little that could be deemed endearing.

He feigned sleep, eyes shut swiftly, as she glanced his way. Yet, her gentle touch did not cease. Her fingers continued their tender journey through his hair, across his face, tracing his freckles with a care that stirred a whirlpool of emotions within him.

This fusion of confusion and overwhelming comfort was new to Liu Feng, a paradoxical blend of feelings he couldn't unravel. Yet, in this moment, with Jai Mei's quiet affection, he found a soothing balm for his long-tormented soul.

The moment Liu Feng dared to open his eyes, Jai Mei was turned away, her gaze fixed upon the window with an expression that hinted at hope, or perhaps a longing for something just beyond the horizon.