Two moments after Zhu Liu jumped down, Chou Luo steered the boat to the shore.
Lao Water remained as wide and deep as before, with rain and mist covering it like a silken veil. The reed clusters by the shore appeared fresh and tender as if the recent lushness was merely an illusion.
But everyone on the boat knew it wasn't an illusion because one of them had indeed disappeared.
The small boat was not large to begin with, and the right seat in the cabin was reserved for him. That young man with an agile build, gentle and honest manner, and diligent hands and feet had a pair of bright brown eyes. He just liked to brag about his childhood a bit, which everyone found endearing.
Two days and one night on the boat, three young men had been scolded by Uncle San, but he hadn't received even one scolding.
Yet, no one expected him to dare to jump off the boat at that moment.
