On the banks of the Lingjin River.
Two days after the snow, the branches of the weeping willows still held a dusting of white. Across the broad expanse of the river, a fishing boat would pass by from time to time. Dressed in a straw raincoat and bamboo hat, an old fisherman, brimming with vigor, hauled his nets with all his might, his powerful voice occasionally bursting into a fishing shanty. The scene was truly enchanting.
A gentle breeze rustled the swaying willows, teasing the strands of Zhou Yufei's long hair. After lunch, the group had made their way to the banks of the Lingjin River for a stroll.
Chen Yang and Zhou Yufei walked ahead while Zhou Jingyuan, Zhou Yinghao, and Peng Ya intentionally hung back a few meters.
"That girl, Yufei, is so deeply in love," Peng Ya sighed. As a woman herself, she could empathize. "I'm afraid it will be a long time before she can move on."
