Chapter 67—

Zheme gained consciousness as soon as Lexie's knee connected with his stomach. His eyes found her sleeping form and in disbelief, he shook his head. Every morning she'd kick or hit him somewhere, involuntarily waking him out of his sleep while she still slept peacefully and it wasn't fair, he liked sleep too. With a groan, he sat up in bed, now noting that the sun had rose, filtering through his curtains without his permission and audaciously illuminating his room. Though it was beautiful, he wasn't ready yet, not for morning that had already swept across the land and he wasn't ready, not when it came on to facing his father. He wasn't sure what the future holds, but he was adamant on trying, just like his mother did. If he failed, then he failed and if he succeeded then perhaps happiness would finally be his. Shuffling to the edge of the bed, he hopped off, trudging to the bathroom where he brushed his teeth, took a shower then proceeded to cover himself in one of his black suits. He