Tao Ti tentatively stretched out her little foot, carefully stepping onto the surface of the bridge, looking left and right with a very cautious appearance.
The feeling underfoot was solid as she stood on the bridge, and nothing strange happened, emboldening Tao Ti to take another step forward, glancing around cautiously.
All was calm, and Tao Ti grew bolder, taking one step, then another, and then a third, until she reached the middle of the bridge. Suddenly, she quickened her pace and dashed into the thick fog, waving her little hands to disperse the mist in front of her, hoping to get a clear view of her surroundings.
The moment she crossed the bridge, that strange gust of wind came again, dispersing the heavy red and yellow fog, unfolding the scene before her eyes.
The surface of the river bubbled, revealing scene after scene in dense succession, many and varied.