Be that as it may, a wave of warmth still washed over her as she heard Yang Jing unhesitatingly stand up for her. The corners of her mouth unconsciously turned upward, her heart filled with joy, and even most of her earlier frustration dissipated.
The two chatted as they walked, and soon they arrived at the docks on the edge of Fushan Island.
A few ferry boats were moored at the docks. As night deepened, several lanterns hung on the shore, their warm yellow glow spilling onto the water's surface and creating a delicate, shimmering reflection.
The two boarded a ferry, and a boatman pushed off from the bank with a pole. The boat glided slowly across the calm lake, and before long, it reached the western shore of Hidden Dragon Lake.
By now, the sky had completely darkened. The small town on the shore was brightly lit as lanterns from every household lit up one after another, their warm glows weaving together.
