In the not-so-wide boat, along with Bai Zhi'er and Feng Fuce, there were four other people.
Two women carrying vegetables, who seemed to be planning to sell them at the market, were leaning against each other, dozing.
The other couple appeared to have married not too long ago and were quietly conversing.
Feng Fuce glanced around; the small boat was moving on the misty Shui River as daylight began to emerge.
The green mountains on both shores were wrapped in thin, pale clouds.
The boatman was an old man, standing at the stern, leisurely propelling the vessel forward.
The only sound was the gentle flow of water, devoid of other noises.
Feng Fuce withdrew his gaze and looked at Bai Zhi'er.
The three-year-old Bai Zhi'er wore simple clothing, but her clean and neat red cotton jacket stood out, paired with black pants.
Feng Fuce sat beside her and noticed her little shoes were covered in dirt.
He paused, eyes slightly lowered.
