Shu Yi's crisp and pleasant laughter spread from the small boat, rippling across the vast expanse of West Lake.
As dusk approached, the twilight flushed by the setting sun seemed to be drawn in by the enchanting laughter, sweeping across the sky.
The forlorn expression on Lin Tian's face was disrupted. He glanced at the sky filled with the glow of the setting sun, and turned back with a wry smile, "Sister Shu Yi, what I said was true!"
"You guy, you can really spin a tale!"
Shu Yi glanced at Lin Tian reproachfully, shaking her head with a smile.
Then, she paddled the boat with both hands, her face filled with joy and satisfaction as she gazed at the picturesque West Lake. With a charming smile, she said, "These days, just having you by my side makes me happy. You don't need to weave stories to amuse me!"
Weaving... weaving stories?
Lin Tian's mouth dropped slightly, his face speechless.
