"You're here?"
"Coming."
The flowing moonlight poured down from the white moon, lighting up Luo Zhen's lifeless eyes, making his face look even paler. The grassland was particularly quiet at the moment. The wolf king in his memory was traveling farther and farther away, and the white fox accompanying him was nowhere to be found...
It has been eighteen years since the world has changed, and only four words come to mind - vicissitudes of life.
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Did I pay by mistake, or do I regret it? This answer,
I promise you a lifetime to answer...
Intention: When we get what we have spent our lives chasing, will we regret the scenery we missed along the way? Can you understand what you really want in your memories?