In day breaks swan the withers grown, but true power and denial flow down the Nile, can this make the apples eternal or the peaches immortal—one doesn't know until they kick the butcher into eternal sorrow of the fibers of sticks in rivers bowed moment indeed.
"White tea." Khan remarked, "Has something caused your interest?"
"I got writer block, trying to write a novel for myself. I used to do this before but seems like—I have no proper motivation as of late." Bai Cha remarked, "Indeed, slow as the qualms of the river flows."
"Write a story about me and Feng Jie and the world around us." Khan explained, "Perhaps, it'll keep the bore away and keep the thrill alive before you have a sudden heart attack and force to lay in bed for the rest of your days, about 70% happens to writers who don't make a successful book in ten to fourth years as well."
"How informational and dreary at the same time." Bai Cha spoke, "So, anything inquiring as of late."
"I find that these magazines people read are rather simple and nothing thrilling as well." Khan remarked, "Feng Jie seems to be sleeping again, near that peach tree. I wonder what's so enticing about sleep that he sleeps more than a person should, then again, I don't know if he's truly non-human as he claims."
"Your highness, are you perhaps in love with Feng Jie?" Bai Cha inquired.
"Love? What would love have to do with anything? More like…natural attraction that sufficed my mood, for quite some time." Khan remarked, "Does that answer your question?"
"Of course." Bai Cha muttered, "He is in love with Feng Jie, dammit I lost the bet."