Beneath the moon, alongside the lake.
Mr. Han Yu walked with a disconsolate expression.
He made his way to the lakeside and, gazing at the waters, stood still for a long time.
But in the end, he still didn't take that step forward.
When he had set out, he intended to die, but when death loomed before him, he faltered.
Then he crouched down and cried.
His face was streaked with tears.
Who knows how much time passed before a delicate and fair hand gently patted his shoulder.
"Young master," a gentle, woman's voice sounded from behind him.
Startled, Mr. Han Yu paused and wiped away his tears before turning around.
Then, he saw a beautiful woman dressed in an orange outer garment with her long hair cascading over her shoulders.
Though the lady was without makeup, unadorned with hairpins or rings, she was still so beautiful it defied description, as if she were a celestial being untouched by the dust of the mortal world.
