In the spring of that year, Duan Wujie followed his father's arrangement and went up the mountain to cultivate immortality. However, within two days of going there, his body felt the same as someone. Of course, he only felt pain.
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Thinking of everything now, Duan Wujiao felt inexplicably calm in his heart. The word "pain" was like a piece of food that could not be chewed. It was not delicious, but he had to eat it. He could only slowly get used to it after chewing the pain over and over again.
"Candied haws, do you want to eat?"
"I don't want to eat it, it's useless." No matter how much I eat, it will be bitter.
The person in front of him was no longer as high-spirited as before, and he only felt decadent.
Duan Wujie just looked at him like this, unable to open his mouth to say a word of comfort for a long time, as if his heart was blocked.
He asked: "Do you hate me?"
"Are we even?"
How can it be even? Because it's you, it can't be equal.
"What kind of person do you like?"
"That's me."
"That's such a coincidence, I'm another you."
Mission: Love every life in the world equally