"—Some flowers never bloom, never seeing the light of day."
"—Some flowers leave their fate to heaven and drift with the current."
"—Some rise."
"—Some fall."
"—But only you make something as beautiful as heaven real."
"—Only you can tell them who I really am... let them see clearly, the real me."
The crisp, melodious singing flowed like a clear spring, echoing through the air and harmonizing with the babbling brook at her feet into a beautiful melody.
Jiang Yu straightened up, tossed the brush in her hand into the wooden bucket, tightened the belt around her waist, and rolled her trouser legs and sleeves up even higher, revealing pale arms and calves. She let out a soft breath.
It was the depths of winter, and the cold bit to the bone. The white vapor she exhaled stretched like a long snake, winding along the direction of the stream for a long while.
"—Some flowers never bloom, never seeing the light of day."
"—Some flowers leave their fate to heaven and drift with the current..."
"Change the song. Stop singing that one all the time." The witch raised her head and looked at the furry giant head before her. Picking up the brush from the bucket again, she gestured at it. "...Big Mao, roll over. It's time to scrub the other side!"
The first remark was for the Blue Sprite singing above her. The pretty little creature was wrapped in a thick fur cloak, standing right atop that giant head with a trumpet flower in its hand, looking exactly like a songstress performing onstage.
The latter remark was for the owner of that giant head—the Zhongshan Shaggy Dragon she called "Big Mao." At the moment, the shaggy dragon was sprawled lazily beside the stream, enjoying the pleasure of being scrubbed