Chapter 1053: Just Like This
Jiangnan was forever glorious, yet forever falling into ruin.
It flourished in times of peace and fell during times of war.
In the past, a single dance from a Jiangnan beauty could draw a thousand cheers. The streets bustled with extraordinary activity, and poetry and song gave passersby reason to linger. Vendors and pedestrians thronged both sides of the road amid bright lanterns and brilliant garments—an endless, sleepless night.
Yet amid the absurd chaos of this troubled era, there was now only a dead silence. Broken walls, empty alleys, and shattered houses remained; everything had been destroyed in a flash.
A small boat drifted down the river; the cloaked woman aboard poled the Bamboo Raft. She had witnessed this place at the height of its prosperity, and now she witnessed its desolation.
The world was always like this. The old would inevitably fall to ruin, and after the passage of time, new scenery would emerge.
Xianle exhaled and took off her conical straw hat.
A few raindrops drifted down, yet they could not touch her.
She wondered when she had last been here.