Looking up at the flying eagle in the sky, she never thought she would die in this way.
At least, not before.
Now, death has come to her.
She looked at the tall man in the distance, staring at those deep eyes as blue as the sky.
Perhaps, her life was buried by the torrent of history, and was gradually forgotten in this thousand-year time and space...
In the dim dusk, where the setting sun is mottled, the Nile water shines brightly, piercing the eyes, making people feel like a dream but also reality...
(If nothing unexpected happens, one chapter will be updated every 2-3 days)
(This article is not a historical novel, please proceed with caution)