Still wearing a blue dress, she stopped by the Xun River, but she never looked back.
Songjin Mountain is still like a blue-grey mist, but it doesn't just linger in the distance, but more like it escapes and spreads from around you, until it reaches the end.
The mountains and rivers remain the same, and the blessings for future generations are boundless. There is no more Nanxun, Beiji and Xiyuan in the world. Everyone has become their own king.
Everything was as he promised.
In thirty years, time has not taken away much from her, except for the fine lines at the corners of her eyes, and that face is getting blurry.
Purpose: redemption