His eyes seemed to embrace the whole world, but they were so empty that nothing was left. Even if he got the whole river and mountains, there was a piece of land in his heart that could never be filled. In these three thousand worlds, the pinnacle of power is also the pinnacle of loneliness. Things that have been waited for for too long are no longer what they were before, and the once vast sea has long become a passing cloud. The wine is full, and the lovesick person will never get drunk after a thousand cups. The delicacies on the jade plate are tasteless to those who have lost their love. Brocade and silk strings are regarded as nothing by those who are desperate. Who is whose sorrow, who is whose poison, who has become whose love?
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You should have updated this chapter last night, Xiao Zhan told me to sleep series hahahaha
You should have updated this chapter last night, Xiao Zhan told me to sleep series hahahaha