Yan Liqiang once again submerged under the water. After going half a round under the bridge and reaching the rear of the small isle, he quietly surfaced out of the water.
Looking at the isle from the water surface, he could only see the green glazed roof tiles at the top of the pavilion behind the shade of those willow trees.
The melody of a guqin reverberated through the night from that pavilion. Just by hearing the melodies of the guqin alone, no one could have guessed the person playing it was a scum who was worse than an animal.
This isle was indeed a great spot, especially at night when it was filled with an air of romance, accompanied by the moon, water, flowers, and trees. No wonder Wang Haofei and Lu Beixin chose this place for their weekly meeting.
