The small sampan, like an agile fish, weaved through the forest of large and small flower boats and covered barges. The interplay of light and shadow danced across Shu Guan's face as the distance changed, and the songs drifting along the river's surface also waxed and waned.
The boatman rowed, drawing close to a huge flower boat.
This was a towering three-story flower boat that stood out from the rest on the Qinhuai River under the night sky, akin to a crane among chickens.
Above the flower boat, neon lights spilled down like a rainbow shower, gold shimmered on the water's surface, and the songstress' voice flowed out from the windows amidst flickering lights and the silhouettes of revelers clinking their glasses.
As the small sampan headed toward that brilliantly illuminated flower boat, it felt as though it was charging into an incomparably splendid dream.
