When Lu Yumei grew tired of swimming, she came ashore enveloped in a white towel, wiping herself dry as she walked back. Only then did Liu Zhizhong emerge from his spellbound state.
Liu Zhizhong gazed upward at the starry sky, overwhelmed with emotion.
As Lu Yumei walked back, droplets sparkled on her beautiful face like pearls, and strands of hair escaped her swim cap, draping tenderly along her cheeks—a vision of alluring charm.
She smiled at Liu Zhizhong, "Hey, what are you doing?"
Liu Zhizhong, finally breaking from his starry contemplation, responded with a smile, "Mrs. Lu, thank you."
"Thanking me again? For what?"
His face was earnest, his tone passionate and sincere, his voice magnetic.
"In this magical spot under the moonlit Ru River, Mrs. Lu, you've given me a profoundly wonderful pleasure. It's an art, a supreme art."
