I Went Fishing and Picked Up a Sickly Beauty

On a rainy evening, with rain pouring down, Zhou Chen packed up his fishing rod and prepared to leave the riverbank. The forecast had called for a torrential storm that night. He hadn't wanted to go out, but the legendary twenty-jin river carp had been too tempting to resist.

"Damn, skunked again." Zhou Chen muttered a curse and lifted his empty fish basket, shaking the water out of it. Rain dripped from the brim of his hood, blurring his vision. He turned to leave, but out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a dark shape bobbing in the choppy waters at the center of the river.

"Hey! Is anyone there?" Zhou Chen squinted, the rain stinging his cheeks. The shadow looked like a person, struggling in the rushing current