Chapter 17: Long Drizzle
The domes broke and seven boats appeared.
They looked like leisure boats, the type scholars would use for a relaxing ride on the lake with courtesans by their side, reciting poetry that praised womanly beauty, manly courage, and heavenly wisdom. They had rows of seats on both sides, with a quaint open roof covering them. At the back was a large cottage-like structure, with tiled roofs and a small chimney.
Why the heck am I using that kind of metaphor? Oh, I’m Yu Han.
Yu Han looked at his hands, clenching and unclenching them. The burns from the chilli oil were still there, albeit healing because of Duan Xiaolong's mist.
It stung less now.
He didn’t want to cry.
“Girls, get onto the Drizzle One and Two. Boys, get onto Three to Seven,” the lady said.
The boats, Drizzle by name, moved on their own near the gaping hole. It was a ten metre jump.
“Jump,” Duan Xiaolong said to Guo Yexi. The poor girl almost fainted, but nodded.