In troubled times, some are born with burdens on their shoulders, while others are trapped by their own hearts.
The gods drew a circle, and no one could escape it.
With one hand, she straightened his palm. With the other, she slowly wrote on it. As her eyes lowered, her expression was gentle and tender.
"How can one understand the fleeting life, my lord? Only by experiencing the world firsthand."
He silently repeated those fourteen words to himself and couldn't help laughing.
What a clumsy attempt at comfort.
But it was true. The joys and sorrows, births, deaths, partings, and reunions of this world could only be understood by living through them.
He suddenly clasped her cool hand and chuckled. "A token of thanks."
He thought that, in the end, he had still overstepped.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
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