By the time we returned home, I had already decided that one of the empty rooms upstairs was going to become my hobby room.
I hadn't chosen which room I was going to take over yet, and I still wasn't sure whether cross-stitching would hold my attention for more than a few hours, but neither of those things mattered.
I had taken enough supplies from the craft store to try every hobby humanity had invented before the end of the world, and it seemed pointless to leave them sitting in my space until I forgot they existed.
The plants parted as Chenghai drove toward the gate, pulling their vines away from the road and lowering several oversized flowers so the SUV could pass beneath them. The moment we were safely inside, the greenery closed behind us again, hiding the road and everything beyond it from view.
I leaned toward the window and looked over the mansion as Chenghai followed the driveway toward the front steps.
