"When I see this moon, my mind gets calm;
Never once I felt happy the way I feel now, seeing it daily."
Sheng Li recited a poem that grabbed Ying Lili's attention. "I never heard this poem. Did Brother Nianzu tell you?" Ying Lili curiously asked him.
Sheng Li chuckled. "I created this on my own. I am not that dumb in art and philosophy." Sheng Li was irked. He recited such a lovely poem for Ying Lili, and she did not even respond to him.
"Let's go back," he said annoyingly and again gripped the oars.
"What? Why?" Ying Lili astonishingly asked.
"Because it is cold here," Sheng Li replied. Annoyance was clearly visible on his face. Ying Lili stood up from her place when the boat wavered in the water. "What are you doing? Sit there," Sheng Li sternly said.
Ying Lili did not listen to him and came to him. She sat in front of him, her hand was under her chin. She stared into his eyes for a few seconds.
