"NO."
Daji's nails dig into my arm.
"No?" I look at her, heavy-lidded.
I feel so warm and sunshiny. Apollo's music is like easy listening or the Beach Boys. Pure sunshine. I'm walking on sunshine. Who sang that? Kylie Minogue, I think.
The choir is even singing that song.
"This Temple of the Sun is the most amazing place," I gush. "Don't you think, Daji, dear? Dearest, sweetest light of my life."
Daji blinks, overwhelmed by the romantic in me. Her foxy eyes are so deep and beautiful.
I smile at her, love-drugged. "I wonder if they perform marriages here?" I grab her hand. "Let's get married."
Daji gazes at me, incredulous.
"It'll be perfect," I say. "Absolutely perfect. You and me."
She frowns. "But Sun Wukong can't attend."
