Dance Of The Dragons

"Ten thousand years of separation,

ten thousand lis of distance,

ten thousand blooming orchids and wilting plum blossoms,

my heart is forever seeking yours,

and yours seeking mine..."

Zhang Fengxi opened his eyes to the pleasant sound of the river vendors who sang as they sold their goods to passing customers.

He pressed a hand against his mouth to stifle the big yawn that overcame him.

So drowsy.

Glorious spring days like these were best for sleeping.

He closed his eyes again and hugged himself to treat himself to another trip to the dream world.

"Young Master, are you awake?"