“Kapok?”
“Yes, kapok.”
“I don’t know.”
“Well,” Bing laid his hands on her shoulders, gently turned her around and slowly pushed her forward to the Gallery with a wooden plank road built along the river. He then took her hand, his fi nger pointed to a ravishing view. “Can you see - red as fi re over there? They are all kapok trees.”
“Wow,” Mei was impressed. “They are beautiful.”