They arrived at the place Jiang Yashuang talked about. Lotus leaves were all closely next to each other, weaving a tight blanket. In the middle bloomed white and red flowers. There were also lotus seedpods, singing birds, and croaking frogs. On the bank, there were tall willows and exuberant aspens. The cicada chirped without stopping. It was the most typical summer scenery.

Qiu Yelan rode the horse here with him. Even though Jiang Yashuang chose to ride in shadows and the wind ...