"This is Tai Lake, huh..."
The small boat gently swayed to and fro, aimlessly drifting on the lake. Zhao Changhe lay at the bow, basking in the sunlight without complaint of the heat.
The breeze off the lake actually felt rather cool.
Or perhaps it was more that a calm heart naturally feels cooler?
Gazing out at the endless expanse of water, so clear that even the fish below were visible, other boats could be seen in the distance, and the sound of fishermen's songs carried on the wind, pleasant to the ear.
For a northern man who had never seen the sea, it felt like this was it. Yet it seemed to be stiller than the sea, without the vast and boundless waves, and it lacked the rolling and forceful momentum of the rivers he had seen. Instead, it was more exquisite, serene, and gentle.
Just like Tang Wanju.
As if gathering all the beauty of the world into one person, just one glance was to see Jiangnan.
