The Scholar and the Monk were fully sober now. Sometimes, you couldn't entirely blame the two of them for what happened.
They were at that hot-blooded age, fiercely loyal to their friends, and whenever they got carried away, well, their brains simply stopped working.
In their past lives, if the Monk and the Scholar hadn't been so blindly loyal, one of them wouldn't have ruined his entire life, while the other spent half a lifetime climbing, never even catching a glimpse of Fu Jianye’s taillights.
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