I don't know how many times the bell rang on the mountain, and it resounded through the mountains and forests. Zhong Yusheng rode a horse and stood at the foot of the mountain with a long knife in his hand. He suppressed the sobs in his throat and pulled the reins before driving away. He was her old friend of Zhong Yusheng, the old friend who had been in her heart all her life.
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