It has been a long time since Shen Qing had a peaceful sleep.
He originally thought it was just a fantasy thing that happened to him... But at the moment he touched the severed hand, he traveled through time and space and saw his past self.
"What words do you want sir?"
"Write about Shen Qing, the Shen of Shenyang, the green of Evergreen."
That hand looked like a flower arranging hand or a literati's hand holding a pen. It was fair and slender.
That's Zhong Cui's hand.
In this world, you came to find me? Or did I find you?
It's fate.
Zhong Cui hugged him tightly, it was fate that was earned through greed.
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