"Master… Master…"
Ying Mao slowly opened his eyes when a small voice called out to him. His vision was blurry at first, but after blinking several times, the world in front of him gradually became clearer.
A young boy dressed in traditional Hanfu was standing before him, holding a small flower in both hands.
"I found this for you, Shifu…" The boy carefully held the flower out toward him, his little face carrying a bright smile.
Ying Mao stared at him in confusion.
Where am I? Who is this?
He looked around.
The place looked like the edge of a cliff, but unlike the frightening image that came to mind when he heard the word cliff, this place was strangely peaceful. A huge begonia tree stood behind him, its branches spreading wide enough to cast a cool shadow over the ground. The wind moved gently through the branches, causing the leaves and flowers to sway, and the sweet scent of the blooms drifted through the air.
Everything felt real.
Too real.
What's happening to me?
