On the way back, Jiang Younian tucked the book carefully inside his jacket, terrified that the damp river mist might ruin it. Old Feng watched him, smiling silently.
"Old Feng, has the current slowed down?"
"It’s not that the river has slowed down; it’s that your heart is impatient to return," Old Feng teased, though he quickened his pace.
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