Counting today as one of the best days of his life would not be an exaggeration for Yang Qing, because it genuinely felt like it was as he danced, sang, yelled, cried, ate, drank, sang some more, drank again, ate again, tried to sing again only to end up choking when he tried to sing, eat, and drink at the same time. It was a consequence of severely overestimating the capabilities of his own mouth.
At least choking helped calm him down somewhat, which allowed him to sense the presence that was approaching his room.
Here it is, he murmured as he grinned from ear to ear.
"Senior, may I enter? I have your Resting Root Spirit Oak tree with me," announced the Vast Blue staff member standing outside.
"Please come in," came Yang Qing's reply.
"Seems you decided to come back for the fruit after all," Yang Qing teased when he saw the familiar face from earlier, graciously offering the futon across the table from him.
