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The two left the hotel and walked along the lakeside path toward Leifeng Pagoda.

Su Wanci walked to Chen Mo's right, their hands still clasped together.

She didn't ask him "when will it end?"

Chen Mo didn't mention that his hands were sweating.

They just kept walking, as if walking on a road with no end.

As they passed a bench, Su Wanci said, "Let's rest for a while."

Chen Mo said "okay".

The two people were sitting on a bench.

Watching the cruise ships slowly glide across the lake.

She didn't let go of his hand, and he didn't let go of hers.

"Chen Mo."

"Um."

"Do you think those boatmen get tired of rowing on West Lake every day?"

"Won't."

Why?

"Because the people who take the boat every day are different, and everyone's story is different."

Chen Mo looked at the lake.

"That boatman had heard countless stories. He had heard the story of the White Snake ten thousand times, but he would still tell it because there would always be someone who was hearing it for the first time."

Su Wanci turned her head, looked at him, and smiled.

"And what about you? You've written so many poems, so many lyrics, so many prose pieces—don't you ever get tired of it?"

Chen Mo thought for a moment.

"Won't."

Why?

"Because it's always the same person who writes it."

Su Wanci paused for a moment, then smiled.

I laughed so hard that tears came out.

She leaned on Chen Mo's shoulder, watching the sunlight shatter into millions of pieces on the lake's surface.

A breeze blew across the lake, carrying the fragrance of lotus blossoms and the coolness of the water, passing through her hair and across the fist-width between them.

The water of West Lake has flowed from a thousand years ago to today, and will continue to flow for another thousand years.

And all she needs is this lifetime.

Su Wanci leaned on Chen Mo's shoulder, watching the sunlight shatter into millions of pieces on the lake's surface.

A breeze blew across the lake, carrying the fragrance of lotus blossoms and the coolness of the water.

It passed through her hair, across the fist's distance between the two of them.

She closed her eyes, feeling herself drifting off to sleep.

It wasn't sleepiness, but a warm, soft weariness that welled up from the heart, like being enveloped by something wonderful.

She didn't want to open her eyes, afraid that she would find it was a dream.

Chen Mo did not move.

His shoulders were steady, his breathing was light, like a mountain that would never sway.

Su Wanci leaned against him for a long time, so long that she thought time had stopped.

But time did not stop.

Her phone vibrated once in her pocket, then once, then once more.

She opened her eyes, took out her phone, and saw a red number in the upper right corner of the TikTok icon on the screen—not 99+, but 9999+.

Her finger hovered above the screen, hesitated for a second, and then clicked.

The comments section exploded.

It didn't explode slowly; it exploded instantly.

Below the photo of "On the Love of Lotus".

The number of comments has exceeded 500,000.

Every second it refreshes, hundreds of new comments appear.

The barrage of messages was so fast that she couldn't make out what each one was saying.

All I could see were those frequently occurring words flashing wildly in front of my eyes.

On the Love of Lotus

"Chen Mo's New Work"

"Rising from the mud, yet remaining unstained"

"Who is this addressed to?"

"The Goddess of Luo is confirmed."

"Suzhou Evening Porcelain"

"She is the Goddess of the Luo River."

Her hands began to tremble.

She wasn't unfamiliar with grand occasions, but those were all Chen Mo's.

She watched from the side, happy for him, excited for him, and nervous for him.

But this time, the spotlight was hers.

It wasn't because of what she did, but because of what she said.

She scrolled to the first comment.

He is a verified literary blogger with three million followers, and he only wrote one sentence.

"Therefore, Luo Shen is Su Wanci, and Lian is also Su Wanci."

The comment section was filled with 20,000 replies, all saying "I already knew that."

"It's finally official!"

"Chen Mo had been hiding for so long, but his girlfriend exposed him with a single photo."

The second comment is an analysis by a professor in the Chinese department of a university.

It's a long piece of writing.

But she only remembered the last sentence.

"On the Love of Lotus" is not a poem about an object, but a love letter. It is about the lotus rising from the mud unsullied. He is not talking about the lotus, but about the girl.

The third comment was from an ordinary netizen, and it consisted of only one sentence.

"Su Wanci, you are so lucky."

This comment received 1.2 million likes.

Su Wanci stared at the number, her finger pausing on the screen.

She felt as if she had done something extraordinary.

It's like they didn't do anything at all.

She simply took a photo, added a caption, and pressed the publish button.

"Chen Mo."

Her voice trembled slightly.

"Um."

"Come and take a look, the comments section... it's gone crazy."

Chen Mo leaned over and took a look.

He showed no surprise, no panic, and didn't even look at it for more than a few seconds.

He simply said, "Yeah, as expected."

Then he turned his head back and continued to look at the lake.

Su Wanci stared at the back of his head.

"As expected? You knew this would happen?"

"When 'Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River' came out, the whole internet speculated about it for a month. How long do you think people will speculate about 'On the Love of Lotus' after it comes out?"

Su Wanci opened her mouth, then flipped her phone back over.

She continued scrolling through the comments, until she came across one that made her stop.

"Su Wanci, you are using this video to tell the whole world that you are the one in Chen Mo's heart. You don't need him to admit it, you admit it yourself. You are very brave."

Her eyes reddened.

It wasn't sadness, but rather that feeling of being seen through, a feeling that was hard to define—a mix of embarrassment and relief.

Her eyes reddened.

It wasn't sadness, but rather that feeling of being seen through, a feeling that was hard to define—a mix of embarrassment and relief.

She is indeed telling everyone.

It's not "maybe", not "perhaps", not "you guess".

It means "I am".

She used a video, an article, and a single line of text.

To reveal that secret that has been hidden for so long.

He took it out of his pocket and put it in the sunlight.

She looked up at Chen Mo.

"You knew all along that I would post that video?"

Chen Mo thought for a moment.

"I knew as soon as you finished taking the photos."

"Then why didn't you stop me?"

"Why did you stop me?"

"because……"

Su Wanci bit her lip.

"Because I didn't consult you, I took it upon myself to use your article."

Chen Mo looked at her.

Sunlight fell on her face, and her eyes sparkled like the light of a lake.

"You used my article to announce what I knew, why should I stop you?"

Su Wanci was stunned for a moment, then laughed. She laughed until tears streamed down her face.

Meanwhile, in a northern city two thousand kilometers away, a seventy-year-old man was sitting in his study.

Looking at the article "On the Love of Lotus" on my phone screen.

His surname is Sun, Sun Heting, president of the China Writers Association. His hair is completely white, and the wrinkles on his face are as deep as if they were carved by a knife.

He was wearing a gray cashmere sweater and holding a cup of Pu'er tea, which had already gone cold.

But he was completely unaware.

He read "On the Love of Lotus" five times.

It's not a cursory glance, but a careful reading and appreciation of every word and sentence.

Each time you read it, silently repeat it in your mind.

"Among the flowers of land and water, there are many that are lovely."

As he read this, he recalled an article about lotus flowers that he had written when he was young.

It was published in a provincial journal, and I was quite proud of it at the time.

He pulled the article off the shelf, flipped through it, and then smiled.