The scorching summer day's oppressive heat couldn't compare to the fiery passion within the youth's heart.
Enveloped by his body temperature and scent more intoxicating than the scenery before him, Xu Xiangyang once again clearly felt: he was an incredibly lucky, incredibly happy person.
Was it because it was "the first time in life" that it felt interesting, or was it interesting because he was with them?
Xu Xiangyang thought he had already found the answer.
A middle-aged tourist who had come out alone to play saw this scene and made a face as if he'd eaten a fly, then turned his head away.
The boatman seemed to hear their praise for the town's scenery, and a happy expression appeared on his dark face. He said in the local dialect that the scenery would be even more beautiful at night.
Because by then, both the boats and the residential houses would light up red lanterns, bright from one end of the street to the other, like a ten-mile bridal procession.
