JI YUN'S BIRTHDAY (IX)

UNDER the moonlit sky, the surface of the serene lake sparkled like a sheet of liquid silver. Shen Ji Yun sat at the stern, gently maneuvering the wooden oars through the lake water.

The rhythmic sound of water lapping against the sides of the boat was the only melody that accompanied them. Luo Yan actually wanted to row the both, saying that it's his birthday, so he should do all the work. But how could he let the other row the boat for him?

Opposite him, Luo Yan leaned back, his hand trailing in the cool water, his fingers creating ripples that mirrored the stars above. The night air carried a hint of the lake's freshness, and the scent of blooming water lilies filled their senses.

The two of them hadn't said anything since the boat ride started. And yet, this silence felt comforting. It's like they were in their own little world. Just enjoying the company of each other, not worrying about anything.