"Your Majesty, have you ever heard that saying?"
Mùróng Zhuó spoke suddenly, his voice echoing eerily in the quiet darkness. He took a deep breath, as if trying to inhale all the complicated emotions filling his heart. Yet his tone turned stiff once more, and beneath that stiffness lurked a faint desolation, like a wasteland swept by a cold wind, exuding endless sorrow.
"What saying?"
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