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... voice was very soft, amidst the din of the Water and Land Dojo, it was as thin as a mosquito whisper, easily overlooked in a moment of distraction.
But she knew, Yu Wenye must have heard it.
Yet even if he heard, he had no spirit to respond, still kneeling there woodenly, as if his whole being’s spirit had departed, leaving only a bit of lingering sentiment tethered to his body, allowing him to persist in soberly enduring all the grief.
At this moment, someone lifted the ...
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