One Last Glance in This Lifetime

A storm swept through the martial world, stirring up bloodshed and turmoil, but they were only passing through in a hurry.

A pot of Zhuyeqing, a cup of Nuerhong.

Five years passed in the blink of an eye. When she saw him again, silver strands had appeared among his black hair, and his heart was full of sorrow.

"It's been five years. Do you still remember me?"

"It's been five years, but I still haven't been able to forget you."

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