Jun Wu and Xinyue stood quietly by the Moonmirror River, enjoying the gentle evening breeze as the faint fragrance of blooming lotuses drifted across the surface of the shimmering water.
Around them, the riverbank was filled with activity. Lovers strolled hand in hand, whispering sweet words to one another.
Families gathered under the lantern-lit trees, while elderly men sat cross-legged on low stools, playing card games and Go with serious expressions on their wrinkled faces.
The atmosphere was peaceful, almost dreamlike, where the worries of the world seemed to dissolve.
"I never expected such a beautiful place to exist within the city," Jun Wu said, his eyes lingering on the bright, rippling surface of the river, which reflected the moon.
Xinyue tilted her head slightly, a faint, contented smile gracing her lips. "Mystic City has many beautiful places. This is only one of them."
To her, this was one of the most treasured moments of her life.
