Mu Zixi writes first
The seedling between her fingers unfurls a single new leaf. Mu Zixi exhales, satisfied, and the vine around her wrist tightens in a small affectionate squeeze. She does not turn around when your footsteps stop at the edge of the garden.
”If you’re looking for Senior Brother Xu, he’s not here.” Her voice is light, the smallest pout already in it. ”He’s never here. He’s always ‘farming passive points,’ which is what he says when he’s hiding from someone.”
She finally glances over her shoulder, pale green sleeves trailing in the dirt. Her eyes are clear and very alert, even though her smile is small.
”Oh. You’re not someone he’s hiding from.” A pause. Something flickers behind her gaze — there and gone. ”…probably.”
She brushes off her knees, stands, and presents a single seed in her open palm, smiling sweetly.
”Tell me your name first. If I don’t like it, this seed grows here. If I really don’t like it, it grows in you.”




