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"Holy crap...this place is amazing!"

Jiang Ye couldn't help but swear, and the gloom in his heart was completely swept away at that moment.

He couldn't wait to take out his phone, walk onto the terrace, and take several photos of the stunning view before him.

After taking the photos, he habitually opened WeChat, ready to post them on his Moments.

The moment he opened the Moments interface, he subconsciously glanced at the message list.

The familiar blue rose avatar is still quietly lying in the likes list under the nine-grid post I made by the lake last night, titled "Sapphire in the wilderness, a sanctuary for the soul."

Summer rain.

As Jiang Ye looked at the profile picture, Xia Yu's face, which was cold as ice yet breathtakingly beautiful, involuntarily came to mind.

He could even picture the high and mighty female CEO sitting behind her large desk, flipping through tedious financial statements while secretly picking up her phone, glancing at his WeChat Moments, her lips slightly pursed, and then gently clicking a "like" with her finger adorned with exquisite nail polish.

There were no comments, no private messages questioning him about when he would return.

Just like that, I quietly gave it a like.

It seems that after the argument on the phone that night, a strange tacit understanding formed between the two.

You don't ask when I'll return, so I won't apologize.

Jiang Ye's lips couldn't help but curl up slightly, revealing a smile that even he himself didn't realize.

He snapped out of his reverie, selected a few panoramic photos of the inn and the lake view that he had just taken on the terrace, and began editing a new caption for his WeChat Moments.

As his fingers tapped on the keyboard, the words Lao Yu had spoken that morning flowed out naturally.

[I originally thought it was just a place to stay, but the guesthouse turned out to be the biggest surprise of my trip. I've decided to stay here for a while and give my soul a break.]

An older brother once said: Life is full of bitterness, and each of us must turn that lemon-like bitterness into the sweetness of a lemonade.

Cheers to this sweet lemonade!

Click to send.

After posting on his WeChat Moments, Jiang Ye tossed his phone onto the bed, sprawled out on the soft mattress, looked up at the wooden ceiling above him, and let out a long sigh of relief.

……

It was a little after 3 p.m.

After a comfortable afternoon nap, Jiang Ye felt completely refreshed.

Looking at the bright sunshine and the azure lake outside the window, he could hardly contain his inner excitement.

After changing into comfortable cycling gear and grabbing his bike keys, Jiang Ye went downstairs and hopped on his BMW GS.

"boom--!"

The roar of the engine echoed through the mountain valley.

Instead of taking the paved road, Jiang Ye embarked on a thrilling cycling trip around the lake along the bumpy, unpaved dirt road.

The BMW GS's powerful ADV genes were on full display at this moment.

The robust shock absorbers easily filtered out gravel and potholes on the road, while the wide all-terrain tires gripped the ground firmly.

Jiang Ye stood on the footrest, his body swaying rhythmically with the rise and fall of the vehicle, facing the wind blowing from the lake, feeling the ultimate thrill of conquering the wilderness.

After riding around the lake for about half an hour, a dense reed bed appeared ahead.

Jiang Ye slowed down the car and was about to drive around the reeds when he suddenly saw a familiar little wooden boat moored at the edge of the reeds.

On the boat, the figure wearing a tattered straw hat was using a long bamboo pole to propel himself through the water.

"Brother Yu!"

Jiang Ye gripped the clutch, stopped the car, and shouted at the lake.

Hearing the voice, Old Yu turned around and saw Jiang Ye. A smile immediately spread across his face, and he waved vigorously: "Young man! What are you doing riding this way!"

"Let's take a drive around the lake!" Jiang Ye took off his helmet and shouted back.

"Park the car on the shore and come on up! I'll take you to see the middle of the lake!" Old Yu greeted him warmly.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ye immediately became interested.

Viewing the lake from the shore and viewing it from the middle of the lake are two completely different experiences.

He parked his motorcycle under a big tree by the roadside, locked the handlebars, stepped on a few protruding stones, and nimbly jumped onto Lao Yu's fishing boat.

"Hold on tight!"

Old Yu poled the small wooden boat away from the shore, passing through the dense reeds and heading towards the center of the lake.

As the wooden boat ventured deeper into the ocean, the surrounding scenery began to undergo a dramatic transformation.

The moment the wooden boat sailed completely into the middle of the lake, Jiang Ye was stunned by the sight before him, and even subconsciously slowed his breathing.

So beautiful!

It's breathtakingly beautiful!

The water in the middle of the lake was so clear it was unbelievable. Looking down, you could clearly see the bottom, which was more than ten meters deep.

The bottom of the water was covered with all sorts of strangely shaped aquatic plants, like a dense underwater forest. Schools of wild fish darted among the plants, and you could even see the silver light reflected off their scales.

Several thick pieces of driftwood lay silently on the bottom of the water, exuding a sense of ancient vicissitudes.

Looking up, all around are rolling green mountains, and above is a clear blue sky dotted with white clouds.

The lake was so calm that there wasn't a ripple, like a huge mirror that perfectly reflected the sky, clouds, and mountains.

As the boat sails through it, it creates a strong illusion, as if it is not sailing on the water, but suspended in mid-air, shuttling above the clouds!

"The Mirror of the Sky..." Jiang Ye murmured to himself, his eyes filled with shock.

"How is it? Pretty, right?"

Old Yu put down his bamboo pole and let the small boat drift on the lake, saying with a smile, "You can only see the true beauty of this place by rowing to the very center."

Jiang Ye took a deep breath; the air was filled with the sweet scent of moisture.

He finally understood why Lao Yu, a dignified university professor, would willingly stay in this desolate wilderness and become a fisherman for a living.

No wonder he was able to settle down here.

This pure, pristine, and untouched natural beauty is incomparable to those 5A-level scenic spots that have been overdeveloped by commercialization and are filled with artificial landscapes and noisy crowds!

Here, one's soul seems to be purified.

Jiang Ye took out his phone and frantically pressed the shutter button to capture the dreamlike beauty of the lake.

Fish swimming in the water, white clouds reflected in the water, distant mountains, and the silhouette of Old Yu rowing his boat.

He carefully selected nine photos to create a perfect nine-square grid.

Jiang Ye opened his WeChat Moments, pondered for a moment, and typed out a message:

"Only by venturing deep into the heart of the lake can one discover a mirror of the sky hidden there. There is no hustle and bustle, no commercialization, only pure nature and the illusion of floating in the clouds. This is the true Cloud Wasteland."

Click to send.

After posting, Jiang Ye didn't immediately put his phone away. Instead, he inexplicably lingered on the Moments screen, gently swiping down to refresh the feed.

Sure enough, a red number "1" popped up at the top of the screen.