You stared at Wangchuan's glow for a long time.
Turn around and leave.
But the moment he turned around, there was a violent sound of water behind him.
The calm river, which had always had few big waves, created a huge whirlpool.
And in the center of the whirlpool, that was undoubtedly Ying's soul, lying there peacefully.
A light wave gently sent Ying back to the shore.
Concept: The story of people who ferried the dead in Wangchuan River