Like a long and quiet comfort, so long ago.
This, light.
The orange-red sun slowly rose from the sea level in front and gradually illuminated the entire sky.
He stepped on the blood-stained deck with his bare feet and raised his arms hesitantly, as if he was still not sure that the nightmarish night was over, like the darkness that was suddenly taken away by the light.
He just raised his head and looked at the sun. The numerous broken limbs and broken arms around him and the stench of sea and blood mixed in the air could not stop him.
The light was like a surprise and a reward.
He suddenly threw away the sword in his left hand and fell forward to his knees. At the same time, tears finally burst out. He covered his face and burst out crying for the first time in several days.
The voice was sharp and sad, piercing straight into the sky.
On the sea where the early sun shone, he burst into tears looking at the corpses on the boat.
It was the first fifty years of the Four Kingdoms calendar. There was famine in the east, civil strife in Nanzhao, plague in the West, and demons in Yingzhou. He was just seven years old when the world was in chaos. Unconsciously, it has been twenty years now.
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