"It's a miracle. This little place manages to hold on despite you being here." Jin Rou said. There was a man smoking while sitting on a rocking chair. Inside the hut, realms glowed and stars shone brightly. It felt a new age was coming, a new era of brilliance or whatsoever.
The man was wearing tattered clothes as if he was a beggar. There were many dirty spots on him but the handsomeness of his was still there radiating like the sun. If you put him in the streets, he could still be a young master of a poor family.
"Endless River won't be called Endless if it can't withstand me." The man spoke after a long time. The silence between them was natural and normal, "It seems you have yet to kick the bucket."
"How can I? Unless I kill that old man, I won't yet die." Jin Rou shook his head. He helped himself and sat on a wooden chair by the side, "So many years have passed now, and you really are waiting to rot yourself here."