―――Dark River.
A night passed, and now the boat traversed another path of the Dark River. Running against the current, our journey became increasingly slow.
With the dampness below, Lin Jiaojiao felt growing discomfort in her legs and sat within the cabin near the charcoal stove, seeking warmth.
She sat next to Yan Sihan, her fair legs exposed from the rolled-up trousers resting on the man's knee. Untouched by wind or sun, her skin was even more delicate than her hands.
The man's gaze was low, in the dim candlelight inside the room, his profile softened, and his eyes were filled with a warm glow.
His large hand rested on her knee, making her feel his hand's warmth, even hotter than the charcoal fire in the stove, especially when his other hand held her foot.
That tiny foot of hers, by nature, was pretty, white as though blushed with pink, round and polished like a carved warm jade.
