The heavy rain raised fine white water vapor, as if there were a hundred rivers rushing down from the sky. Through the dense rain curtain, the golden glass of the Nine Layers Palace gradually blurred in the eyes, like a rippling reflection.
His fingers were slightly cold, and the sweet and bitter fragrance of Rui Nao was suffused in the sleeves of the Kowloon gold robe, as if with the coolness of rain, lightly touching her face. He finally let out a long sigh: "I just want to know, are you not sincere at all these days?"
She didn't answer.
A desolate and sad smile appeared on his face. After a long time, he finally said: "You look very similar to her, but I can't exchange her for her even if I give the world."
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