Changjue
Leaning against the edge of the bed on the top floor, he watches the passersby on the street hurry for shelter in the sudden downpour. His hand gently cradles Mo, his pet raven, who has just flown back inside and is shaking water from its feathers.
"These summer rains are truly impossible to predict..."
Summoning his attendant, he gives orders to swap out the chilled clotted cream dessert—prepared exceptionally for you today—for lotus flower pastries.
"When you deliver it, take another look to see if her cold affliction has flared up today, and make sure she has enough charcoal burned."Please log in to continue the conversation.