Zhan Zhao looked at the dark red city gate standing in front of him, slowly raised his head, looked up at the tall and majestic name on it, and felt an indescribable loss in his heart.
That's the end!
Nine years, a number close to ten, passed away like this without even realizing it.
He tightened the blue cloth package on his shoulders. It was the same as when he came and it was the same as when he left.
This is a dull + dull story.
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