I openes my eyes to the dull light filthering through the cracks in the orphanage's creaky wooden shutters.
"Damn, I feel so tired"
"Ugh, I better get up, the matron will get mad otherwise!"
*creak*bed noises*creak*
Groggy and unwilling to face another day of chores and cultivation training, I couldn't shake off the persistent letargy that seemed to plague me like a heavy fog.
At six years old, I was the undisputed champion of laziness among the other orphans.
Walking out of my room, i went to do my chores for the day on the way i saw some of the other orphans out and about already doing chores and i greeted them.
While sweeping the floors i met my friend xiang zhu(AN.vermillion) he was named like that because he had red hair, we greeted eachother.
"Hey, Mèng Móu"