The Charming Ex-Wife

Chapter 663 In Perfect Harmony

“Then… why are we moving in circles?” Lysander questioned.

“I was simply testing the waters,” Josiah replied with a wry smile, summoning the courage to put his sailing lessons to use. Leaning forward with determination, he straightened his arm and, gathering his strength, plunged the oar back into the water with vigor.

This time, the boat didn’t merely spin in circles as it had previously, but instead, it began to veer off course, heading in the wrong direction. If it weren’t for the steps protruding from the shore, the boat might have crashed onto the land, creating a spectacle.

Seeing this, Nilou began to doubt Josiah’s proficiency in rowing. Wanting to preserve his dignity while offering gentle guidance, she advised, “Josiah, don’t rush. Take it slow.”

Nearby villagers, seasoned in navigating these calm waters while collecting lotus seeds, offered their insights. “The water in the pond is still; it’s nothing like rowing in a river. You can’t rely on the current to carry you here,” one villager noted, sharing a slice of local wisdom.

“Indeed, rowing a boat is more than just the physical action; you must harness the force created on the water’s surface to propel yourself effectively!” another added insightfully.

“No need to rush; otherwise, you’ll wear yourself out too quickly… chimed in another.

Their simple yet profound understanding, born from daily life rather than scholarly study, was straightforward and accessible.

Josiah wasn’t embarrassed by their guidance but was rather grateful for the communal knowledge. “Thank you, I’ll give it another try,” he responded with appreciation, his tone respectful.

He adjusted his technique, lightening his strokes, and finally, the boat began to navigate in the correct direction. Yet, after only a short distance, the boat showed a tendency to start spinning again.

Lysander, seated across from him at the bow, watched with a barely suppressed smile. “How about I give rowing a try? Perhaps my lack of sailing experience might actually be an advantage here,” she suggested, her voice laced with mild amusement.

oars–ironically seemed to hinder rather than help his current endeavor.

of sorrow or stress. Rather than feeling embarrassed about receiving a lesson

lotus flowers there are almost wilted; it thight be easier to collect the seed pods,” he proposed confidently, now steering the boat with more assurance

might find themselves in trouble, now relaxed as they watched

haut eid into a thick cluster

stem of

reached a promising cluster of lotus

boat, Josiah moved to assist Lysander, who declined with a polite shake of her head. Instead, she stood up carefully, balancing on the edge of the boat, and began selecting the best lotus pods. “This is one of the village’s main sources of

Josiah agreed, joining her in the careful selection. Without scissors, they both quickly found their hands

hands on her clothes before dipping them back into the water to rinse them

hands before taking up the oars once again. As he rowed them back toward the shore, he engaged Lysander in light conversation. “People are often shaped by their environment. No matter how beautifully a water tank in a courtyard is arranged, it cannot replicate the natural habitat necessary to grow lotus pods like these…

and as they neared the shore, Josiah prepared to assist Lysander with the lotus pods. However, upon noticing the mud smeared across her face, he hesitated, his

his pause,

the many eyes on them. Instead, he gestured to his own cheek,

her face was comically streaked with mud, resembling a patchwork of earthy tones. Flustered, she hastily cleaned her face, feeling embarrassed about stepping ashore.

tease further. Instead, they began to commend

pods on your first try, that’s quite

Guerra must be a natural at rowing,” another speculated, admiring

that lotus pod; it’s the largest

brimming with lotus seed pods, she overheard a comment from the bystander and glanced down at the large, ripe lotus po she was holding. Intrigued by its size and freshness, she couldn’t help but lean down to savor the rich, sweet