The Starved: A New Tale of Turmoil at the End of the Ming Dynasty

The Luo River flowed on, bearing the weight of time. Liang stood by the riverbank, gazing at its shimmering surface, his heart a tangle of emotions. The joy of capturing Luoyang had barely faded, yet exhaustion and worry were already welling up inside him.

Just then, a familiar figure came into view: Man Sui. She still wore her simple clothes, but her eyes held a little more resolve and the marks of hardship.

Liang hurried over. Their eyes met, and for a moment, a thousand words caught in their throats.

“Man Sui...” Liang called her name softly.

Man Sui gave a slight nod, managing a faint smile. “Liang, it's been a long time.”