In this landscape of mountains and water, Yi Shuyuan's immersion evoked a thirst for books. In his heart, he imagined a certain scene, swallowed his breath, and spoke with the emotions in his mind.,And all of this, both in the mind and before the eyes, seemed to be leaving with the flow of life, turning from the body into streaks of light.,Flickers danced, his fingertips trembled incessantly. Yishu Yuan's heart pounded like a drum, a fear of being torn apart gripped him.。