The lake surface.
Shi Qingjun sat quietly in the boat cabin, her gaze resting silently on the troubled face of the young man on the shore.
She didn't go over to ask what had happened, just quietly carried on with her own activities.
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By the lake.
Xu Chang'an stood still, gazing at the slanted moon after the rain, and sighed softly.
Why did he come to this world?
Many times, being able to meet Miss Yun... he couldn't help but marvel at his own luck and the wondrous nature of destiny.
Once always alone, even in such a peaceful era, he couldn't even find opportunities to encounter others. Romantic things like going up to the mountain to watch the sunrise had to be done alone. Thinking back... the self who appreciated sunrises in his previous life occasionally glimpsed a lady in a red robe doing the same... probably fantasized about one day having a romantic and beautiful encounter.
Then, he met Miss Yun.
