Wang Xin lay quietly on Tang Feng's body, her arms wrapped around his neck.
That faint scent of her hair lingered in Tang Feng's breath.
Her long hair draped over her shoulders, fluttering in her white dress, she seemed like a sprite among the flowers, untouched by a speck of dust.
When they reached the stone by the riverside, Tang Feng carefully set Wang Xin down upon it.
Wang Xin sat there, gazing out over the river's surface.
Just by the river were the lush lotus leaves, and between them bloomed one lotus flower after another.
Further into the distance, no figures of men or women were to be seen among the reeds.
Alas...
She let out a soft sigh.
Before she knew it, Tang Feng too had hopped onto the stone, sitting beside her.
Tang Feng followed Wang Xin's gaze toward the river, his eyes coming to rest on those budding lotus flowers.
A thought struck him, and he jumped down from the stone, heading straight for the riverside.
Kicking off his shoes, he waded into the water.
