Sun Ningxiang's cheeks flushed a faint red under his direct gaze. She gently twisted the hem of her sleeve and said with a playful pout, "What are you looking at? It's getting late. We should get going, or it will be rude to arrive late at the Lin Family's."
Yang Jing snapped back to reality, a frank smile spreading across his lips. "It's nothing," he said sincerely. "I just feel that you look especially beautiful today, Senior Sister."
These words made Sun Ningxiang's cheeks even redder. She lowered her gaze, not daring to look at him.
Smiling, Yang Jing stepped forward and made an inviting gesture. The two of them left the small courtyard, one after the other, and followed the mountain path of Yunxi Peak slowly downhill toward the Outer Island Pier of Fushan Island.
By the pier, the surface of Hidden Dragon Lake shimmered, its waters exceptionally clear. The ferry carrying the two of them cut through the water, sending out ripples, and before long, it reached the western shore.
