Spring departs, autumn arrives, the seasons rotate, thirty years pass like a flicker of a finger.
On this day, in the early morning, thin fog forms, spreading above Hualong Lake, the coldness gradually dissipates.
Amidst a disturbance in the fog by the lakeshore, one tall and one short figure slowly emerges from the mist, eventually arriving at the edge of Hualong Lake.
Gazing at the clear and deep lake surface, Zhao Xiuxin, with rosy cheeks and teeth, nervously tugged at her brother's sleeve and said tremulously, "Brother, let's... let's go back. Ancestor forbids us from approaching here."
Zhao Qingwen was busy baiting the fishing hook, oblivious to his sister, casually replied, "Third sister, don't be afraid. If you don't tell, and I don't tell, how would Ancestor know we've discreetly come to Hualong Lake?
