"That... I will be responsible!"
Jialuo's thoughts were suddenly pulled back. What did he say?
"I said, I will be responsible!"
After Wang Yu finished speaking, he ran away without looking back.
An Jianzhi was left confused.
Jialuo shouted at his back: "Hey, what are you responsible for? Who asked you to take responsibility?"
He is really a bastard who doesn't understand the situation. He doesn't know which tendon is wrongly connected.
"If one day I do something I'm sorry for you... You have to believe that I did it unintentionally and that there was a compelling reason, and you must forgive me!"
He slowly spoke the words he said back then, with the same tone and the same atmosphere. That scene was like going back to the past, when he kissed her for the first time... Such a distant past, how many wars were fought in this chaotic world, how many people died, how many years changed, Jialuo couldn't remember how many years had passed.
Endless years, endless wind and rain, how can we go back to the past?
This article adopts the cultural background and political structure of the late Southern and Northern Dynasties, but the main events are all fictional. I hope you readers will not compare it with historical facts.
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