New Year's Day in Capital City was bathed in glorious sunshine.
Old Master Song was a devout Buddhist, and every New Year's Day, he would take his family to the temple to pray and worship.
This year was no exception.
When Muwan woke up in the morning, she felt a touch of dizziness and a pounding headache, dawdling and not wanting to get up, playing the scoundrel with Song Rong.
On the eve of the New Year, the mother and daughter had huddled together, chatting idly about the commonplaces of life and the vicissitudes of the human condition.
They talked about trivial matters, yet were deeply engrossed, not going to sleep until the early morning hours.
That night they probably celebrated a bit too much, and the following day, Muwan woke up feeling dizzy and lethargic all over.
Song Rong, dressed and ready, was urging her on while Muwan lounged in bed, moaning and groaning.
Like a lazy little kitten.
