Years of brotherhood and mutual support are not as good as the sworn hatred of a relative. When Zhao Chengyuan set foot on this land again seven years later and completed the hatred he had planned for nearly twenty years, he saw that man lying there silently. There was no joy of revenge, no happiness and pride, only... Heartache? If he could, he would use everything he had to make him smile, including his own life.
Damn it, I've opened a new pit. This article... Well, it's a bit cruel, a (pseudo) brother article.
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