Zhao Yan smiled faintly and said, "Let me tell you a story. Many years ago, there was an ordinary couple of fishermen who made their living by fishing on the Daxia River from generation to generation. They lived a plain, hard, yet contented life."
"Because they could fill their bellies and didn't have to starve day after day like some of the vagrants, it wasn't long before the couple gave birth to a son, adding much laughter and joy to their simple lives."
"What a pity," Zhao Yan sighed softly. "A torrential downpour whipped up fierce waves on the Daxia River, taking the lives of the couple, while their son was only three years old."
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