Xingchen has been helping clean and organize the farmhouse where he can, though like in the House of Dew, there's only so much he can do before he simply gets in the way. Even out here, in the open, he's not sure how much help he'll be, but at least he'll have more space.

But when he gets to the garden, and stoops down to touch the newly-tilled earth, he realizes someone else has gotten here first. That's fine, as long as someone has the foresight to take care of it. As he brushes his fingers along the earth or gently over tender sprouts, he speaks quietly to them. "Grow big and strong, okay?" Silly, perhaps, but a little smile rests on his face all the same.