Stepping out of the hotel, they were greeted by the sudden, expansive vista of the lake.
A moist breeze, heavy with water vapor, rushed to embrace them.
West Lake was right before their eyes, like a colossal ink wash painting unrolling itself.
The afternoon sun slanted down, and the lake's surface rippled with fine, silver waves in the autumn breeze, reflecting the deep blue sky.
Fallen leaves danced down like butterflies, blanketing the winding path and making soft rustling sounds.
Shen Yuan didn't let go of Li Zhi's hand. Instead, he took the opportunity to squeeze it a little tighter, turning his head to look at her.
Li Zhi's gaze was completely captured by West Lake. Her deliberate haughtiness quietly faded away before the magnificent scenery, leaving only a girl's genuine curiosity.
This wasn't the first time Li Zhi and Shen Yuan had been to West Lake.
Jiyang was so close to Hang City that a day trip was entirely feasible.
