Loo Yin asked her, "Sister, do you like it?"
Ye Qingci smiled and answered, "Yes, I like it very much. I came here once with Seventh Master before. It happened to be raining, and the river was all misty, just like a painting, unbelievably beautiful."
"Great, then we'll go to the painted boat!" Actually, Loo Yin got seasick but, since Ye Qingci liked it, he didn't want to dampen her spirits.
The group made their way to the riverbank and rented a painted boat.
There was no rain today, nor was there any fog, allowing a clear view of the moon and stars in the distant sky.
From time to time, other painted boats would pass by, adorned with strings of long lanterns swaying in the wind, a sight too beautiful for words.
The breeze over the river was refreshing, and Ye Qingci stood at the bow, watching the boat sail into a vast expanse of blue that merged with the sky.