Qing Zihao was in the balcony of his beachside house. With the fresh air, the sun, and him quitting nicotine, he had never felt any better.
He already had a trainer that came there every morning, helping him sweat. He also had a sauna installed—transformed a whole room for it at the lower floor. He had been swimming a lot. And walking with his toes in the sand.
He was smiling genuinely and worry-free for the first time in a long time.
The food was great. They hired a chef and ate seafood almost everyday. Of course, with him being sick and all that, he had to have regulations in everything.
"I see that you're not worried that we're dead."
Qing Zihao's smile grew bigger and he chuckled deeply. "I knew you boys aren't going to die. The Zookeeper is nothing. He's a smudge of dirt in this world." Qing Zihao stood up from his seat and pushed the sunglasses to the top of his head.