The waters of the Huangquan River surged mightily, colliding against Chen Yi's body with immense force, striving to bury him completely. The roar of the current rumbled like thunder in his ears.
Chen Yi clutched tightly onto Yin Weiyin's soul, grasping that small, exhausted fish that could no longer swim. In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
The dark-yellow river waters seemed to possess a tranquilizing effect on the soul, their tumultuous waves crashing in torrents, with sprays of foam leaping everywhere.
Illusions rose and fell within the river's currents.
Faces flickered past Chen Yi's sight.
Zhou Yitang's feigned calm when beholding the peony flowers, Yin Tingxue's sorrow as petals scattered in mere moments, Min Ning's unshaken resolve before departing the capital, Zhu E's struggles and allure during late-night conversations, Qin Qingluo loosing the shattered-arrowed bowstring before bidding farewell…
