The small boat moved slowly, the river lanterns gradually becoming sparse, either sinking into the water after the paper got soaked, or being scooped up by people on the shore with nets.
Lin Wanwan sat at the bow, resting her face in her hands, quietly gazing at the river's surface, a gentle breeze bringing a touch of coolness.
The boat had sailed for an unknown amount of time, and when Lin Wanwan came back to her senses, she found the river had widened greatly, the clamor on the shore slowly fading away, leaving only the sound of oars breaking the water.
After a moment, Xiao Chong stopped rowing, suddenly pulled out a parcel from the boat, inside which there was a men's cloak.
He stood up and took a few steps from the stern to the bow, draping the cloak over Lin Wanwan, his voice unhurried and steady, "Cousin, it's cold at night, don't catch a chill."
"Thank you, cousin."
Lin Wanwan did feel a bit cold and instinctively tightened the cloak around her.
