A story about Ye Kai watching King Shen.
This story feels very, very "old".
This "old" refers to the breath that hits your face as soon as you open it (slide it to be precise). Maybe it's wet, maybe it's dry, but it all gives people a very old and distant impression - the flying knives and silver needles in the dusk wilderness, the knight in white riding like the wind, the smiling waiter, the crazy ugly boy, the tense atmosphere of the inn at night... It seems like something that happened in a previous life.
In other words, it has a "quack" flavor.
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