7:30 PM.
The Qinhuai Riverfront.
Mist veils the cold water, moonlight veils the sand / A night moored on the Qinhuai, near a tavern's stand.
The riverbanks didn't feel particularly special during the day.
But once night fell, the Qinhuai Riverfront became *the* must-see attraction for any tourist in Jinling, bar none.
Crimson lanterns hung from the eaves of black-canopied boats, and the ornate, painted pavilions on both banks were bathed in a warm, yellow glow.
Upturned eaves traced gilded silhouettes against the sky, while colorful tassels dangled from palace lanterns along the covered walkways.
The water shimmered, reflecting the bright figures of people.
Standing here felt like stepping back into ancient times, with street vendors and revelers everywhere.
Lin Shen strolled along the streets of the Qinhuai Riverfront, holding Qin Yuenan's hand, his heart filled with emotion.
'This scenery is gorgeous!'
Of course, it wasn't just the scenery; there were also the people.
