The scene was calmly serene, and Zhu Longwei stood tall beneath the shade of the pavilion. As he looked out over the peaceful Poyang Lake, a light breeze rustled through his robes. The moonlight danced on the water's surface, leaving behind a sparkling trail of stars. The lake was calm, reflecting the beauty of the night sky.
But tonight, a light mist covered the lake, making it hard to see the beauty of nature. He felt the same way about his own thoughts.
Zhu Longwei's mind was suddenly filled with the image of Tan Xiuying. His heart raced as he recalled the passionate kiss and the comforting sensation of holding the girl in his arms from his previous dream. He felt his blood boiling once more, causing his mind to feel sluggish.
Overwhelmed by nervousness and agitation, he clenched his fists in frustration.
"Damn it!" he muttered to himself, his mind still clouded by the events of that afternoon in the garden.