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... g Xiaoyu, whose lifespan was drawing to a close, was spending a typical afternoon farming and resting under a tree at Black Cloud Fort. Alongside him, the young wild grass suddenly murmured as if in a dream.
Upon hearing these words, Li Muyang’s heart trembled, and he fell into silence, unsure how to comfort him.
Jiang Xiaoyu’s life was doomed not to exceed a hundred years.
But the young wild grass could live forever.
And the one left behind was the one who suffer ...
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