"Why do we hurt each other so much?" He stroked the rim of the cup, and what he looked at was a bright moon, bright and flawless.
"What is harm?" The man lowered his head and chuckled, "It's just a mediocre thing."
That scene at that time was deeply imprinted in the most hidden corner of his heart. Even if it becomes dusty and moldy, it won't be forgotten.
That year, King Gu Jingchen of Ruyang was still twenty-eight years old.
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