Wang Shiying calmed down slowly in the restroom. After she washed her face to refresh herself, she opened the door and came out, only to be bewitched by the sound of the erhu coming from the living room.
"Is this… the Mortal Realm?"
With her eyes closed, as the erhu played, in her mind's eye, the Mortal Realm unfolded bit by bit like the Along the River During the Qingming Festival painting.
"With lofty spirits that know no sorrow, I wish to ascend the twelve floors of Jade Palace. I swing my sword to part the clouds, welcoming falling stars, and raise my cup to sing, inviting the phoenix to roam. A thousand years in the void but a dream, a segment of heartfelt affection refuses to rest. Awaking from dreams to see the drizzle in the Mortal Realm, the mountains and rivers still bear the old warmth... so this is the Mortal Realm."
