That Time Yu-Tai and I Paddled Into a Fairy Tale

That unreal moment: jade water, mist, and unfairly perfect him

Okay, confession: When Yu-Tai said "Let’s go to Luyang Lake," I wasn’t ready for this. Our little wooden boat slid into tunnels of green – sunlight spearing through the canopy, the water below mirroring the sky like liquid jade. And Yu-Tai? Leaning against the bow like some water spirit poster boy, mist curling around him. Seriously, dude's illegally handsome.

We whispered like thieves, scared to shatter the magic. Each paddle stroke sent dragon-scale ripples across the glassy surface, punctuated by the occasional ker-plunk! of a diving heron. After an hour, reality glitched. Tree roots melted into reflections, the line between dream and water blurred... They call it the floating forest? More like a portal.