She stood by the river, watching the endless shimmering waves, reciting the poem "The Difficulty of the Shu Path," as if time froze in that moment.
At that time, the carp once believed that moment would last a lifetime.
Ten years passed in a flash.
That night, the bright moon hung high, unprecedentedly bright.
"As usual, I swam to the shore, waiting for her arrival, but I waited a long time, and she never came..."
There was an indescribable sorrow in Yu Fu's eyes.
"This had never happened before, and at that time, I felt a vague uneasiness."
"In the latter half of the night, heavy rain poured down, thunder rumbled, and the river surged... it was then that she came..."
"Covered in blood, her expression was tragically beautiful, and behind her, there were sounds of slaughter..."
As he spoke, Yu Fu's hands unconsciously clenched, even after so many years, his emotions remained intense.
