"Your grandpa is recovering well, and your aunt is kind," Pei Yining said as she held Xu Nianhua's hand and walked toward Huaming Lake.
"Yes, grandpa is indeed recovering well."
This was Xu Nianhua's greatest relief. As for Aunt Deng Juan, she didn't say much—Deng Juan was no doubt enthusiastic after seeing the gifts from Pei Yining.
Though Deng Juan was a bit greedy and sometimes petty, Xu Nianhua was grateful that she was willing to contribute financially when grandpa was in trouble. She no longer minded Deng Juan's minor flaws—nobody is perfect after all.
Huaming Lake, a gathering place of spiritual essence, was bathed in sunlight even though it was only eight thirty in the morning. Looking into the distance, the green waters of the lake shone like flawless jade.
As the wind brushed past, it stirred up layers of ripples.
Pei Yining had already asked around about how essential it was to experience this lake via boat to fully embrace the beauty along its shores.
