"Nana, I've come to see you. It's just a pity that I don't have the strength to avenge you with my own hands right now, so I can only vent my anger this way."
Mi Lan sat down among the mound of rotting heads, took a swig of wine, and poured another portion before the gravestone.
He spoke of his trip to the East Sea, and of the matters between himself and Zhou Yuting, until the pot of wine was emptied.
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