In the Flower Moon Building, a hundred flowers bloom, vibrant and colorful, with a subtle scent of rouge in the air, the girls are the most beautiful flowers.
The girls poked their heads out of the windows to watch Zhu Pingniang, who was hurriedly walking with her head down and her clothes somewhat disheveled, their curiosity piqued.
Zhu Pingniang held an oil-paper umbrella as she walked to the lakeside.
On the stone shore, Miss Lu was still there fishing with a rod in hand, and because it had rained, a young girl was standing behind her, acting as a maid, holding an umbrella for her.
"You're here." Miss Lu heard the footsteps from behind and gently raised her rod.
A silvery fish fry took the bait.
Unfortunately, it was too small, so Miss Lu asked the little girl to remove the fry and toss it back into the water.
"I suppose I don't have any talent for fishing."
