Those who love flowers surely cherish life.
To cherish life, one must have a pair of clean eyes.
Regrettably, the Second Master was blind.
The old man sighed softly, then pushed his wheelbarrow forward.
Song Cheng was blind.
After he left the city gates, the sky's inky whiteness still surged towards him like a raging tide.
He walked and walked, reaching the riverside, where he saw blood-red messages floating in the river from afar.
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He quickened his pace.
Cold woods, thin mist, no one around.
The youth stood by the riverside.
Though the river did not part, nor did any earth-shattering actions arise, a huge, transparent, twisted, and pallid woman rose from the depths, suspended in the air, her form magnitudes larger than Song Cheng's, like a giant to an ant.
But the "giant" bent down and looked at the ant.
It seemed the "giant" could not speak, nor had the ability to speak.
