The girl's pure voice, familiar yet distant.
Yan Nanxun looked down and found himself holding a long fishing rod.
His fishing rod was caught by something underwater, and the creature beneath was pulling it away.
Yan Nanxun instinctively went to reel in the line, and another voice echoed in his ear.
"Nanxun! When you encounter a big fish, don't rush to reel in. Let it pull first! Engage in a tug-of-war, and once it's worn out, only then slowly bring it ashore!"
He turned his head and saw his father sitting next to him, holding a fishing rod as well.
"Dad..."
Yan Nanxun called out softly, but for some reason, saying "dad" choked him up.
"Fruit tea is ready, who wants some?"
Madam Yan was holding a tray, on which there was a pitcher of chilled fruit tea and several glass cups.
"Mom! I don't want lime, give me more watermelon."
Yanzhi came over, and Madam Yan placed the tray on the small table between the father and son.
"Get your own fruit if you want any!"
