By the time Lin Xingjie climbed back onto the shore, half an hour had passed.
The girl who had broken through the water was bathed in the brilliant radiance descending from the sky.
With her hands gripping the edge of the shore, she climbed up with a bit of effort, then with her long legs, she vaulted over the railing like a nimble athlete in one breath.
During this process, clear droplets of water fell from Lin Xingjie's long hair, sparkling in the sunlight and finally dripping onto the ground, forming a small puddle.
Once her feet were on solid ground, she casually tied up her drenched long hair and wrung out the hem of her clothing with the other hand, then walked towards her two friends waiting on the shore.
The atmosphere between Xu Xiangyang and Zhu Qingyue was somewhat stifled. The scene of innocent joy shared between a man and woman after a confession, naturally, could not occur.
Because this was not a successful confession—
