In a bad mood, Ni Bingyan couldn't bring herself to do anything. She simply grabbed her fishing gear and went to the lake.
It wasn't yet seven, but an old man in a thick vest was already fishing by the lake. It was rare to see her this early. The old man didn't make a sound, just waved from a distance to greet her, then nervously pointed at the lake's surface, signaling for her to be quiet.
The line, "A traveler asks the way, he waves from afar, afraid to startle the fish, he doesn't reply," surfaced in her mind. After waving back, Ni Bingyan crouched down like a thief and crept toward the other side.
The scene was a little amusing, but the smile died on her lips before it could even reach her cheeks.
The weather today was as gloomy as her mood. She wondered if it would rain later.
It was still early, and the mist over the lake had not yet dispersed. Taking a breath of the damp air, she could already smell the hint of autumn.
