Shen Xuan kept his eyes open, staring at the ceiling, afraid that if he fell asleep, he would wake up to find it was all a dream—back in the dim, stuffy, and crowded room of the Greenfield Tavern.
Lan Po had wanted to wait for Shen Xuan to fall asleep and enter his dreams.
It wanted to sample Shen Xuan's dreams and, in the process, learn about his past.
But Shen Xuan didn't fall asleep for the longest time, let alone start dreaming.
This made Lan Po feel rather aggrieved, and it buried its head in Zhong Yi's arms.
When Zhong Yi woke up the next morning, Shen Xuan had already neatly folded his blanket and gone downstairs to clean the shop.
Downstairs, Zhong Yi saw Shen Xuan wiping down the flower stand that held the Curled Leaf Vines, just as Zhong Chenghuai used to do.
The Iron-Armed Ape furtively plucked off a vine from the Curled Leaf Vine, wove it into a wreath, and placed it on Shen Xuan's head.
In no time, there were four wreaths on Shen Xuan's head.
