The river flowed steadily through the open landscape, neither too wide nor too narrow, but just enough to carve a graceful path through the land.
The water's surface reflected the shimmering moonlight, creating a silver ribbon that cut through the darkness of the night.
The moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale glow that gently illuminated the surrounding scenery. Trees and shrubs stood as silent sentinels along the riverbanks, their outlines barely visible in the soft light.
Jiho and Madam Ji stood at the edge of the river, their faces lit by the moon's glow. The night air was cool, carrying with it the faint sound of the flowing water.
Jiho's expression was cold and calculating, her eyes reflecting the same intensity as the moonlight on the river. A smirk played on her lips, hinting at a plan unfolding in her mind.