If someone were to ask Lin Li right now: "Lin Li, are you happy?"
Lin Li would certainly shake his head firmly: "My surname is not Hu, it's Lin."
But happy he is.
At this moment, he feels extremely content and comfortable.
The gray-blue Moon Tide Lake unfolds in the overcast weather, with one or two clusters of withered yellow reeds swaying in the wind at the shore occasionally visible.
Chen Yu Ying wraps her arms around Lin Li's waist, her cheek feeling the warmth from his back through the fabric and the slight movement of his muscles as he pedals.
The more content and comfortable he is, the more content and comfortable she feels.
Then Chen Yu Ying looks up, as the bicycle turns around a slightly overgrown corner, and a "different" scenery appears along the lakeshore.
Actually, it's just the wishing pond by the lake, or rather the wishing lake.
It's not the traditional independent pool with a sculpture fountain, but a design integrated into the lakeshore.
