End of the twelfth lunar month, Nine Heavens Cliff.
The starry sky at the end of the year is always extraordinarily beautiful.
In the night, amidst the undulating mountains, there lies a magnificent waterfall, resembling a galaxy falling between the mountains in the night sky.
"Rumble..."
The torrent pours down relentlessly, sweeping across the slanted mountain.
Amidst the rocks, a young man with a bare torso sits quietly, enduring the waterfall's enormous force, letting the water wash over his body.
From a distance, two women in straw raincoats stand by a cliff's edge, gazing at the waterfall beneath the starry sky.
"He's still not moving?" Deng Yuxiang sits at the edge of the cliff, imitating someone with her legs dangling outside the cliff.
Standing silently a little behind her, Yan Shuangzi watches.
Her gaze pierces through the night, resting lightly on the shadow flickering in the waterfall, she responds with a soft "mm."
"Sigh..." Deng Yuxiang sighs quietly.
