The feeling of advancement comes a bit too quickly; an instant of soothing pleasure, a moment of exuberance, a swift release;
The only regret,
is probably not being able to give you more time to savor it.
The process of "savoring" it is actually indispensable.
A lifetime of sixty years stormed through life, nothing more than preparation for brewing tea in one's later years.
Earlier, I washed my face with the reddened waters of the Wang River, which somewhat compensated for the missing exhilaration.
Zheng Fan did not know that Tian Wujing had been following him all along, he hadn't even fully reacted or realized how dangerous his previous situation had been.
It felt like he had a dream, or as if an unexpected sense of loss overwhelmed him, nearly suffocating when he fell into it, but after "waking up," it felt as if nothing had happened.
Tian Wujing walked up to Zheng Fan, who flicked the water off his hands and stood up.
