After speaking, Chu Yiyuan drew his sword from its sheath. After exchanging glances, the people turned their backs and left, taking a few steps and then looking back, tears already streaming down their faces.
After everyone had gone far away, Chu Yiyuan stood by the river for a long time. The river water reflected his face, the cold light on the sword shining brightly. He still couldn't bring himself to do it, just hesitated dumbly.
