The setting sun descended in the west, its residual light sprinkling upon the lotus flowers on the lake's surface, as if casting a layer of gold over them, dreamlike and fantastically beautiful.
Yueyao said to Xi Yu, "Fetch a tree leaf for me."
Mingzhu opened her mouth to ask what she needed the tree leaf for, but Bai Yi shook his head at her, indicating that she shouldn't ask for now.
Muttering to herself, Mingzhu complained, "So very mysterious." She had never met anyone more troublesome than Yueyao. If it weren't for the novelty, she wouldn't have been willing to continue waiting.
It didn't take long for Xi Yu to gather over a dozen tree leaves. Yueyao picked one and placed it at her lips, and a melodious tune immediately filled the air.
