He did not know how much time had passed, however, when his eyes that had been closed for an unknown amount of time gradually opened and his pupils adapted to the sunlight that penetrated faintly through beyond the cream-colored curtains, Bai Zemin for some reason felt as if an eternity had passed from the time he opened his eyes to the outside world.
"Look who's awake. Isn't he the little scoundrel Bai Zemin? Maybe I should add big lazy to my list of nicknames directed and created especially for you."
A soft voice, almost like the singing of a small morning bird, sounded beside him.
Perhaps it was part of the magic that the hidden beauty of the voice contained or perhaps it was because Bai Zemin knew perfectly well to whom that beautiful melody belonged, but when he heard it, he felt as if all his worries instantly disappeared and every burden that constantly threatened to plunge him deep suddenly seemed to become light and insignificant.
