Qing Yao stood up. Her long robe swept against the floor as she walked towards the pool that was shimmering with light of all colors. A wispy mist hung above the still water surface.
She stepped forward, the ends of her robe brushing against the surface of the water. A water mirror appeared in mid-air; she seated herself at the edge of the pool, and began to kick the water with her feet, sending tiny sprays of water into the air. It was a captivating sight.
Inside the water mirror, Yan Boxuan could be seen struggling to climb up the steps.
"You won't make it. You're not going to get to the top."
She rested her chin on a hand as she toyed idly with the tips of her hair. Her movements were languid and casual.
Lu Yi opened the door to his apartment. He was about to say something, but Ye Shuyun turned around and shushed him.
