Wind of Punishment

That year, in the main hall of the Xiang residence, he said to him, "From now on, I'll do whatever you say."

That year, in a private room at the wine shop, he said to him, "Since you gave it to me, then you put it on me."

That year, in the small courtyard of the west wing, he said to him, "That child, whoever you choose to raise them is your business. It has nothing to do with me."

That year, outside the courtyard gate, he sighed dejectedly, "It seems coming to see you today was a mistake..."

The east wind is cruel, our joy was fleeting. I drink alone until I'm drunk, the wine sinks into my sorrow, and we part, lonely and forlorn.

That day, in the imperial study, he asked him, "No matter what Mo Xingfeng becomes, will you still treat him as you did at the beginning?"

That day, beneath the window eaves, he fell silent and gave no answer.

That day, in the prime minister's residence, he turned his back to him and said, "Let him go... I don't want to see him. Make him leave..."

That day, beneath the stone archway, he looked at him without saying a word, then left alone...

Dissociative identity disorder, one becomes two. Who is right and who is wrong? What night is this, and how many days and years have passed?

[Staring into the distance... Taking unreliability to the very end...]

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