A fine rain drifted like smoke.
Xu Xian took a black-canopied boat toward the lake. Icy rain fell onto him, and though the weather was damp and cold, it could not change the thoughts burning with anxiety in his heart. He had a vague premonition that, as time passed, he would forget everything about Miss Bai.
Even though they had never exchanged a single word, Xu Xian still did not want to forget her, even if the two of them were ultimately separated by thousands upon thousands of miles...
A gentle breeze stirred the willows and blossoms along the riverbank. Petals drifted lightly down, either sinking straight to the bottom or floating away with the ripples, bound for some unknown place.
The sky was overcast, the misty rain hazy and indistinct.
Gray were the sky and buildings; emerald were the mist-shrouded lake waters. He had come here to wander only days ago. The familiar scenery now carried a trace of unfamiliarity. A stone bridge spanned the lake, while travelers came and went, admiring nature's beauty.
The black-canopied boat glided across the water, and from afar, he saw a white-robed woman walking along the embankment beneath an umbrella.
The boat reached shore, and Xu Xian hurriedly disembarked. Passing through the curtain of rain, he came before Bai. The blurred face in his mind became clear: she still possessed that peerless beauty, as though untouched by the dust of the mortal world. She was truly beautiful.
Bai raised her brows, not expecting to meet Xu Xian here. He looked as though he had rushed over in great haste.
Naturally, she remembered Xu Xian. She could not say she disliked him, nor could she say she liked him. The true reason they had met was merely the spellwork cast by those monks of