Ruan Sixian never knew how beautiful Jiangcheng was, the city where she had lived for more than twelve years.

The superjet roared past at 500 feet, flying against the morning breeze following the direction of flowing water, with white clouds as companions and sunlight paving the way. They passed over countless streams, and suddenly the view broadened, revealing mountains glowing with rivers glistening, fertile fields stretching thousands of miles.

Ruan Sixian had never been someone who pursued speed. She wasn’t flying fast, and when she reached the airspace above Cheng Lake, she changed from moving forward to circling. Pointing ahead, she said, “I learned to swim here when I was little. I jumped in wearing a swim ring, but the ring slipped off faster than I sank. Before I even entered the water, the swim ring had already floated away. Do you know what I saw that day?”

Fu Mingyu rested his head on one hand, thought for a moment, and said, “The Dragon King?”

“Ha.”

This joke was a little funny, but not very funny—abruptly funny.

“I saw crabs crawling at the bottom and strings of bubbles rising,” she said. “I always thought only cartoon water had bubbles, but they’re real.”

It was the first time he’d heard Ruan Sixian talk about her childhood.

Fu Mingyu turned his head. Her eyes were lowered, her gaze slanting downward toward the river as she spoke calmly.

“Then I swallowed several mouthfuls of water,” she suddenly laughed. “You know what? The water in Cheng Lake is sweet.”

“I know.”

Ruan Sixian raised her eyebrows. “Did you also swim here when you were little?”

She had assumed someone from his kind of family wouldn’t come to such wild places.

“No,” Fu Mingyu seemed to recall something and smiled, pointing behind them. “Haven’t you seen the end of Cheng Lake?”

Ruan Sixian shook her head.

Cheng Lake was a special type of flowing lake, not stagnant water. It was long and narrow, wider than a river, and its current was stronger than ordinary flowing lakes.

In the past, she had only gone upstream to look around. Beyond that point, there were no paths and no other means of transportation, so she had never gone to see further.

Fu Mingyu pointed behind them. “Turn around and go upstream. The end of Cheng Lake is beautiful.”

Ruan Sixian looked back. Cheng Lake stretched endlessly, gradually hiding itself among the mountains in the distance. It looked like there might be something worth exploring.

“Please fasten your seatbelt, CEO Fu.” Ruan Sixian made a gesture. “Captain Ruan is at your service.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Fu Mingyu swayed from the inertia.

He quickly grabbed the handrail and turned to see Ruan Sixian with her eyes crinkled in a smile, her eyelashes distinct, and sunlight flowing across her face, creating a sense of serenity that contrasted sharply with their current flying speed.

He looked at her for a long time, strangely unwilling to take his eyes away, as if he could never get enough of the sight.

Ruan Sixian flew for a full twenty minutes before passing that range of hills, during which she had even increased her speed.

She hadn’t known before that the end of Cheng Lake was hidden so deep, where the water fell straight down among green pines and cypresses, like the Milky Way pouring upside down, like an ocean emptying from a basin.

The plane circled above, and the splashing water droplets seemed as if they could reach her face.

Ruan Sixian felt somewhat moved.

Indeed, some scenery could only be seen by the wealthy.

“Did you use to come to places like this to play? It feels like there aren’t even any roads, let alone people,” Ruan Sixian asked.

“I came during a summer vacation in college,” Fu Mingyu said. “At that age, you like to seek thrills.”

Ruan Sixian’s temple suddenly twitched, and she turned to look at him.

She saw him squinting his eyes, with a reminiscent expression. “An unforgettable experience.”

“…”

With a woman’s sixth sense, Ruan Sixian felt he might indeed be recalling some unforgettable experience.

This place in the middle of nowhere was certainly quite thrilling.

“Oh, seems like you remember it very clearly.”

Fu Mingyu slowly turned his head, stared at Ruan Sixian’s profile, and suddenly smiled.

“Very clearly indeed. The weather that day, the clothes I wore, the feeling all over my body—I can still recall it all. We sat from dusk until late night…”

From dusk until late night???

Are you that impressive???

You’re going to describe your prowess to me in detail???

“Shut up,” Ruan Sixian suddenly decreased altitude. “If you still want thrills, I can satisfy you right now.”