lt;pgt;Tales of the

The voice of the oar-man interrupted Yishuoyuan's brief reminiscence. After he collected himself and took a deep breath, he once again gathered his emotions, turned to face forward, and imagined the magic in his heart.,Flickers danced, his fingertips trembled incessantly. Yishu Yuan's heart pounded like a drum, a fear of being torn apart gripped him.,Just a mention, Yishu Yuan, submerged in the ice water, was lifted out by the newcomer...。