At this moment, Ji Mingyu was waiting bitterly in the northern realm, unaware that her beloved was engaging in amorous passion with Qingqing, oblivious to the world...
In the water towns of Jiangnan, a beautifully crafted pleasure boat inscribed with "The Moonlit Night of Twenty-Four Bridges" gently sailed across West Lake.
The sky was overcast, with a light drizzle pattering onto the pear-wood hull, producing a crisp sound on the verdant lake surface.
Chu Xuan lay comfortably on the boat's soft couch, eyes half-closed, quietly listening to the rain.
Ji Mingyu, on the other hand, sat in front of a guqin, occasionally plucking the strings awkwardly.
This made Chu Xuan somewhat helpless, "Stop playing around, the mood of listening to the rain on such a beautiful boat is all ruined by you."
Ming Yu stopped with a cold expression, "Do you despise me?"
