Besides, their purpose wasn't to rush, but to share in the beauty of the lake and sky:
The early winter breeze carried a slight coolness from the lake across their cheeks. The broad grey-blue lake shimmered under the grey sky, while the reeds by the shore whispered in the wind. A few water birds casually glided over the lake's surface, and occasionally, a small boat rowing in the center of the lake broke the water's calm.
The bicycle moved steadily along, with a rhythmical pedaling that wasn't too hurried or too slow. The subtle sound of wheels pressing on the ground intertwined with the sounds of wind, water, and the occasional bird call, as if time itself was slowing down.
Lin Li's left hand briefly left the handle, covering Chen Yu Ying's hands clasped in front of him, lightly patting them.
Nothing special.
Just felt like patting.
Chen Yu Ying clasped her arms tighter, softly resting her cheek against his warm back.
