The initial fear in Qiao Mei's grip slowly loosened as we sped through the late afternoon traffic.
The wind whipped past, and it felt so right, it felt like freedom.
Maybe because I was riding with someone, but the grip on my waist was so tight that once in a while I would chuckle.
We finally arrived at the entrance to the 'Sleeping Dragon Gardens' just as the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery shades of orange and purple.
The estate was breathtaking, and we hadn't even stepped into it.
It wasn't just a garden; It was a sprawling complex of ancient, perfectly preserved wooden pavilions, stone bridges arching over tranquil koi ponds, and winding paths lined with willows and plum blossoms.
"Wow...." Qiao Mei exclaimed as she removed the helmet, holding her stomach. I laughed.
