A crescent moon of silver was reflected upon the lake's surface, its image gently fracturing with the movement of the oars before rapidly reforming.
Old Liu stared blankly at the maiden who looked like an immortal. Although she had not uttered a single word, she was far more mesmerizing than any courtesan of the pleasure quarters.
Yet, for reasons unknown, a sense of inexplicable incongruity lingered.
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