"The green boat came facing the sunset. The young man standing on the bow looked cold. In the void, the light was like flowing water, changing thousands of colors, rendering his white clothes and black hair like an elf surrounded by gods."
The story begins with the appearance of Rukawa.
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When the door closed, it made a slight clanking sound.
"You're all right?" Finally, after all the exhaustion and despair had faded away, Xiandao's voice smiled softly.
"Yeah."
"Really?" The smile emerged more and more, and the rising tone was soft and teasing.
"Get out!" Rukawa's voice was a little embarrassed.
What followed was a burst of fists and kicks.
After a while, it became quiet. The two people inside the door seemed to be out of breath.
Silence.
"Whose clothes are these, huh?" Xiandao's voice was very soft, like the April wind, tempting people to sleep.
"Mine!" It was Rukawa's voice that was about to fall asleep, and he muttered firmly.
"Okay," Xiandao's voice was even lower, "Well, it's yours, it's all yours."