The snow falls intermittently, endlessly. The world is vast and indistinct, the sun nowhere to be seen.
Jian Xi sits cross-legged beside the heater, practicing yoga while watching the snowy scenery outside. Inside the room, calming Buddhist music plays.
Of the ten people assigned to protect her, eight have gone into the snowfield, leaving two to accompany her.
Ever since learning about her depression diagnosis, Jian Xi has been listening to music repeatedly, forcing herself to stay calm and avoid overthinking. It seems to have yielded some results.
...
Time slowly slips away from her fingertips, and before she knows it, two days have passed. With medication and prenatal yoga, Jian Xi feels much better. Her abdomen no longer cramps, and her limbs have stopped trembling.
"My Little Watermelon..." Jian Xi lowers her gaze to her abdomen, her gentle eyes tinged with inexplicable sorrow.
Pop~
Her belly gently stirred, like bubbles rippling momentarily and then disappearing.
