Silence.
The calm river surface is so silent in the deep night.
It wasn't until the night breeze came that the person under her hand moved slightly, half-awake, and Chu River snapped back to reality.
She looked at the nimble big grass carp in her right hand, then at the collar of the girl in her left hand, and without hesitation, lifted her left hand high. The man in a military uniform standing on the bank only hesitated for a moment, then, in a mutual understanding, grabbed the girl's collar and forcefully pulled her onto the riverbank.
Simultaneously, Chu River also came ashore.
Her pair of ragged cloth shoes, who knows from which year they were picked, were now soaked as she unapologetically stepped in them like slippers. Turning around, the grass carp was still flopping, and she slapped it unconscious again.
Glancing again—the young man in front of her was oddly pleasing to the eye.
