Bo Fengyin, the Little Dragon, stared at the ancient words on the wall, distinguishing each character before reading aloud, "I, Si Mingjing, love Mo Yinhe the most, more than anything. We shall be as mandarin ducks playing in the water, for all eternity."
Mo Yinhe had been wandering aimlessly outside the Dragon Pond. When he heard his son's adorably cool words, he snapped back to reality. He turned to gaze at his lovely wife in the pool, blinking his deep-set eyes. That look was filled with tender affection, silently conveying his amorous feelings.
Si Mingjing's cheeks flushed red as she explained, "It wasn't me who said that; it's what's written on the wall."
Mo Yinhe raised an eyebrow, paying no heed to Si Mingjing's explanation. Tall and graceful, he jumped into the Dragon Pond and walked towards the wall. Eyeing the inscribed words cunningly, he then asked his son, "Read it again."
