Splash.
Parting the lotus leaves with a pole, thrusting into the silt, the light boat, utilizing the resistance, glided gracefully around the lake.
A gentle breeze blew.
The sky was high and the clouds were sparse.
In summer, Accumulated Water Pond was much more beautiful than in winter.
In winter, all things were desolate; the trees, grass, and flowers, all bare, all withered. As far as the eye could see, aside from people who were still people, and snow that was still snow, everyone had hunched shoulders and stooped backs, walking hurriedly, like moths in the night drawn to warmth.
At that moment, with clouds drifting by, both banks were lined with lush willows, surrounded by green hills, and white lotuses surrounding the pond bloomed in profusion, swaying gently, emitting a fragrant scent that filled the air.
Countless boats carried couples, men and women in perfect harmony, floating on Accumulated Water Pond.
"Jian Tianyuan is dead, what will Jian Zhongyi do?"
