The boat slowly started to move, and as the figure of Xiao Yeyang on the dock became more and more distant, Daohua felt a heaviness in her heart. She was growing increasingly loath to such scenes of parting.
"Miss Jiang, Miss Chen, the boat is about to depart, please go and rest in the ship's cabin. Your bedrooms have been prepared!"
Dong Yuanxuan politely said to Jiang Wanying and Chen Jiarou and then turned to Dong Yuanyao and Daohua, "You two sisters should also go inside, as the night is deep and the dew is heavy, it's cold outside."
Chen Jiarou, with a smiling curtsy, thanked him and looked up to appraise Dong Yuanxuan. Only upon closer inspection did she realize that though Master Dong may not possess the noble air of the Little Prince, he too was like a bright moon on a breezy night, especially gentle when speaking, which made one feel a warm affinity and fondness.