But he still hasn't brought the river lantern.
Xiang Er felt a bit dazed. In his vision, his father's familiar face seemed to blur.
Some strange visions surged in his mind.
He saw his father, who was always so majestic, lying on the bed at home, covered in wounds, his face contorted, groaning in pain.
Then he saw Yatagarasu holding a faintly lit lantern, standing quietly in front of his father's bed. There was no wind indoors, but the thick black robe she wore swayed wildly.
So, what's so good about Yatagarasu?
No... It seems... seems she's quite good, very good...
She gave my father his final peace.
"I..."
Why do I think Yatagarasu is good?
What were those things I just remembered?
Did something like this happen?
When did it happen?
Xiang Er's mind became a chaotic mess, as if a sharp blade had pierced into his head, constantly stirring.
Everything he saw began to distort.
The bustling crowd, and the shimmering river lantern stream on the Apoqi River.
