The happiest things in life were sleeping until one woke naturally and counting money until one's fingers cramped.
In truth, such a life was nothing to the dragon race. Dragons slept for a year or even many years at a time. If not for the princes who endured untold hardships and came one after another seeking to slay dragons and rescue princesses, they could sleep from life into death and truly live up to the words "wake naturally." As for counting money until one's fingers cramped, that was even less of a problem. Which dragon did not have two or three dragon lairs? Which dragon lair was not filled with their collected treasures?
Centuries of hoarding—your palms could wear through several layers of skin and you still might not finish counting it.
Of course, Li Mu Yang would never count money. He knew he was very rich, but he did not know exactly how rich he was.
Every morning, he rose, washed, and practiced his calligraphy. When the rising sun appeared, he accompanied Song Chenxi on walks beside Sunset Lake. Though dragon blood nourished Song Chenxi's body, she had suffered from such severe deficiencies in the past that she still needed careful recuperation and repair.
Even so, her health was now far better than before. Her little face was rosy, and she could walk along Sunset Lake for half a day without the slightest fatigue.
Looking at the beautiful scenery before her and Li Mu Yang at her side, Song Chenxi had thought more than once: If only things could stay like this forever.
"So beautiful." Song Chenxi stopped and gazed at the scales of light glittering across the lake, as well as the silver fish leaping from those silver ripples. She murmured dreamily, "It could go into a painting."