There was no rain today, but the stars and moon filled the sky. The lake was crystal clear, looking as beautiful as a mirror polished from a dream.
Pei Ye stood at the stern, paddling hard, but the boat rocked back and forth, straying further and further from the center of the lake.
The bright-eyed young girl sat in the cabin, her dress spread out like a blue flower. She looked up at him and laughed, "You're lying, you don't know how to paddle, do you?"
Pei Ye's face was indeed a bit red: "… I asked someone before, so don't worry…"
Indeed, the skill of swordsmanship was unique and independent. The fine control, so exquisite when he was brandishing the sword, was still not lost at this moment, but it lacked the natural genius he showed the first time he learned.
"There's no wind today," the girl said with a giggling.
"Stop moving."
"….. I'm not moving!"
"You moved secretly…" Pei Ye always liked to make a fuss unreasonably.
