"Brother, I've never dared to cry. I'm afraid that if I cry a few more times, it won't work. But when will you come back?
"My brother will come back tomorrow."
...
Soft murmurs filled the bottom of Lin Qiye's heart.
Amidst the murmurs, it was as if there was a fragile and weak little girl.
Holding a lamp, she looked at her brother, who had disappeared into the black fog from afar.
She was filled with joy. She had waited for ten years, a hundred years, until the sea dried up, and the rocks rotted.
In the end, she only left behind a statue.
A feeling of sadness flowed out from the goddess statue and seeped into the depths of Lin Qiye's heart.
It made him feel a wave of sadness.
"What a tearful story."
Lin Qiye shook his head. His gaze moved away from the face of the goddess statue and landed at the foot, on the corpse of the woman lying on the ground.
The corpse was already a pile of skeletons.
