C295 Ferry(13)

In the middle of the river next to the White Horse Temple, Yuh Qinshih threw the iron lock to the side. He let the boat swing and sway.

The boat shook. Yuh Qinshih did not care.

The wooden oar slipped into the river. Yuh Qinshih didn't care.

In the vast land, Yuh Qinshih's eyes were always focused on one thing, one person.

Xiaoyu sat at the stern of the boat