"So, where are the dream ambrosia bees?" Yang Qing asked, a smile on his face as his meaningful gaze fell on Meifeng's main body, the sycamore tree. In truth, he didn't need to ask—he had sensed the hive the moment he arrived, nestled within Meifeng's trunk.
As though waiting for the question, Meifeng eagerly grabbed Yang Qing by the arm and pulled him toward her main body. "Let me show you!" she said, her voice brimming with excitement.
Yang Qing didn't resist her pull. He was just as excited, though he held himself back so as to maintain the image of the calm, composed elder brother.
But as he drew closer to the trunk, his excitement flared. A subtle, refreshing scent of dream ambrosia honey drifted toward him—it was the alluring fragrance of morning dew, gentle breeze, wild blossom, ripe fruit, and the fresh breath of spring, all wrapped into one inviting, mouthwatering aroma.
