Hua Yuan held the wooden oar, and the wooden boat slowly glided over the surface of the lake.
Her appearance hadn't changed much; her face showed no flaws, especially that tear mole amplifying her beauty even further. Even now, if Luo Di directed his gaze toward her, he would be captivated, unable to look away.
This visual attraction was not merely an appreciation of beauty,
but was more of a "compulsion" effect.
Once Luo Di's gaze fell on Hua Yuan, it was as if countless slender and soft arms were cradling his face,
nudging his lips,
skimming his nose bridge,
caressing his earlobes,
even fixing his eyeballs,
drawing his focus entirely onto Hua Yuan.
And Hua Yuan herself did not resist such attention, even twisting her body to display her most perfect angle.
When their eyes finally met directly, a question was posed.
"Have you seen Wu Wen?"
Though this question seemed risky, Luo Di didn't hesitate and responded directly, "Yes, I've seen her."
