As the sun dipped lower, the world gathered its last glimmers of twilight.
Darkness spread over the bordering waters.
Thus the lights on both sides became increasingly resplendent.
Young Prince Ye, after a stretch, halted his movements, gazing at the city across the river.
"Uncle Jiang, do you think the lights over in the Capital City are getting brighter?"
It seemed like an offhand question, yet it seemed laden with deeper meaning.
Jiang Zhenghua looked towards the opposite shore, calmly nodded, and said, "Mhm, they are brighter."
"Sigh... it really is a bit cold."
Ye Tingxuan, by the ship's rail, drew his coat tighter around him, turned around, and walked back to take a seat, perhaps feeling the drop in temperature and not wanting to stay out any longer.
"Mr. Xiang, I must tell you some good news."
Finally, looking straight at Xiang Yonghua, he grinned and said with a congratulatory tone, "Your son has been rescued."
Has been rescued.
And was rescued.
