The lanterns light up, and the streets are crowded with people. The city is as bright as day. The shouts of vendors in the distance rise and fall, not very clear.
A small boat glides across the shimmering river, with the lights on both banks reflected in the water. The moon casts a tranquil shadow, and stars twinkle, falling into the reflection.
The lantern on the bow sways as the boatman steers, and the sound of water flows gently.
The boat rocks lightly. Shen Zhiyi leans out, touching the water with her fingertips, signaling Yu Tingwan to look across.
Yu Tingwan, for some reason, feels her eyelids twitch. As she turns her wrist to pour tea, some spills over.
She frowns slightly, wipes the water stains with a handkerchief, and follows Shen Zhiyi's pointing direction with her gaze.
Across the water is a luxurious flower boat.
