The lakeside of Lin Zhong Lake was unusually tranquil at night.
No insects flew, no birds sang, no fish swam.
The ghastly moonlight reflected on the black glassy lake, its twinkling shimmer like fragments of a shattered mirror, So disorienting to look at.
Zheng Qing sat blankly by the lake, staring at its fragmented surface, pondering why he was there.
Class? No, it was already night, no classes were scheduled.
Self-study? Also incorrect, even across a small square, Zheng Qing could see that the Book Mountain Library not far away was pitch black, not a single light, let alone self-study.
A date? But with whom?
Before he could figure it out, a hand patted his shoulder.
"You're here!" a familiar voice echoed by his ear, followed by a series of silver-bell-like laughter.
Zheng Qing turned his head sharply. All he could see was a graceful figure melting away into the thick fog by the lake.
"Wait," he yelled, chasing after it.
