The calmness of the sea was relaxing enough to soothe Ji Yao's mind. Ever since he was born he had never been this exhausted in his entire life. Having such a peaceful moment to himself seemed like a luxury and he intended on taking full advantage.
In his dream, he was sitting on a stool in a beautiful canola flower field that stretched for miles. In front of him was a canvas laid on an easel. As the bristles of his sable paintbrush stroked the canvas he felt a familiar sense of tranquillity. This was his happy place, his refuge when he didn't want to deal with the outside world.
Pulling back his sleeve he dipped the brush into sunny yellow paint but as the bristles touched the canvas he suddenly heard a familiar voice call out, "Gege!" making him accidentally stroke the brush across the canvas ruining his masterpiece.
