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It was already dusk and he was alone. He didn't see any of the old people getting drunk or sad.

On top of the pavilion, drunk and hazy, Chen Xiongye heaved a long sigh.

Liu'er gently combed Chen Xiongye's hair, her eyes like autumn water. She gazed at Chen Xiongye with concern, but she could not think of any way to help him.

Liu'er, when I first met Little Wu, I remember that at the age of six