Is it True?

Lan Xichen looked over the lake, the air turning beautiful shades of orange to pink and purple, all of it reflected on the soft waves of the lake. After that day, after Jiang Cheng had so boldly pulled him from his seclusion, Lan Xichen had harboured a small spark of hope. After two months of no change, however, he was starting to think it was a futile hope to have.