A light boat gently rocked on the crystal-clear waves, with quaint houses and cobbled streets on both banks as if time had stood still here. A gentle breeze swept across my face, bringing a hint of coolness and dispersing the noise in my mind. The water shimmered, reflecting the blue sky, white clouds, and willows on the shore, placing me in the midst of an ink painting.
Fang Xun's rowing skills were indeed impressive, rowing for almost an hour without any sense of instability in the boat. As the oar gently glided through the water, creating ripples that blended seamlessly with the distant scenery of the old town, stone bridges, flowing water, and houses along the way painted a picturesque scene. In such a setting, it seemed as if one's mind also became tranquil, purified, and relaxed.
