About This Novel
When the night falls, whether you open your eyes or close them, when the road comes to an end, you still give up or surge. The eyes cannot shine, only half of the sword is left in the sheath, the broken heart can never be healed, and the blood in the palm cannot erase this round of doom. At the end of the sea where the sunrise cannot catch up, there are still waves struggling to push away the night. Call it Mo Lang.
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