The two walked side by side, through streets and alleyways, through bustling crowds, and as the night deepened, lights illuminated the surrounding roads.
Yu Ting and Lu Nanchen had reached the stone bridge, its surface uneven from the stone that paved it.
Beneath the arched bridge flowed the ancient city's moat, the Qi River that cut through half of Beiqiao City.
The river was wide, so wide, perhaps about nineteen meters wide, a few small boats floated on its clear surface, lights was lit on both sides of the river, and there was a place where about ten boats were docked, probably for rent.
Yu Ting looked at those boats, and she had to admit, these boats attracted her more than the bridge did.
Seeing is believing, Yu Ting led Lu Nanchen towards that direction, next to the boatman, they saw a sign clearly marked 60 per hour.
Yu Ting swiftly spent 60, and got on the boat with Lu Nanchen.
