White mists filled one's vision, and one could only see figures walking back and forth.
Suddenly, Duan Rui felt as if he was back in River East where such mists flooded Changchuan as well. Refreshing breaths and rippling water created a special feeling.
A figure walked towards him amidst the mist. Dressed in a crimson dress and a dark robe, she was pretty and elegant, filled with the gentle air of Jiangdong. It was as if she had just landed from a boat or after that she had just come home from collecting lotus. It was an inexhaustible beauty.
"Sister Yuanjing!" Duan Rui was delighted and surprised.
He had a date by the lake with Feng Yuanjing today, but he was worried that she might not come due to the heavy mist and was relieved that she did not break her promise.
He stepped forward to meet her when, suddenly, someone grabbed his shoulder.
