Lu Fan gazed at the lake before him. The wind tousled his hair, his profile sharp in the sunlight.
He didn't look at Jiang Yixia, but his words were meant for her.
Jiang Yixia turned her head back and kept walking.
Her heart hammered a little faster, and her ears felt warm.
"You certainly are confident," Jiang Yixia teased.
"I have to be, confident or not," Lu Fan chuckled. "I can't just give up halfway. I've come this far."
Jiang Yixia didn't answer, but she couldn't help but stifle a small laugh.
She quickly composed herself, afraid he might see.
Up ahead, Jiang Silu had already run to the end of the boardwalk.
A wooden viewing platform extended out over the lake.
She stood on the platform, holding the railing, and shouted back, "Mom, hurry up! It's so beautiful here!"
Jiang Yixia picked up her pace and went to stand beside Jiang Silu, looking where she was pointing.
