When Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin reached the top of Baoshi Mountain, it was precisely 8:30 in the morning.
This time wasn't too early nor too late, but there were already quite a few tourists by the West Lake.
Fortunately, there weren't many tourists on Baoshi Mountain, so after reaching the top, the two easily snagged a great spot.
The weather was perfect, with no sun and a light cloud cover, making it ideal for taking photos and, naturally, for enjoying the scenery.
"Wow, it's really beautiful," exclaimed Yang Qingyin, raising her arms in delight after climbing to the top of a huge rock with Luo Ziling's help. "You can truly see the panorama of West Lake."
"Why not express it more poetically?" Luo Ziling teased Yang Qingyin, "You're a talented lady; when other scholars visit West Lake, they might recite a line like 'Even in the rain, don't dislike the hike, for the mountain's hues enrich the lake.' Isn't it beneath you not to recite some verse?"
