Evening was falling, and with it, the fog.
The dense fog engulfed the nearby forests and villages, shrouding them in a dreamlike realm.
On the river, the dim lights of fishermen's boats flickered through the mist, occasionally accompanied by the sound of oars gently rowing at the stern, creating a tranquil water echo.
"Daddy, Daddy! You've finally come back."
The voice of a child pierced the silence, ringing out beside the decrepit waterfront where boats were moored.
A deep male voice laced with pleasure emerged from the fog, "Feng'er, are you hungry? Daddy caught quite a few of the river shrimps you love today, so I got back late."
As the man spoke, the boat reached the bank. Whoosh—a rope, slicing through the wind, pierced the fog and wrapped around a post on the shore, knotting itself.
