As Gu Zhaoli stepped out of the courtyard, the weeping from behind him shifted from stifled sobs to a low wail, finally erupting into heavy, unbridled crying. It sounded like regret, perhaps even remorse.
But Gu Zhaoli did not believe it.
Gu Zhaoheng’s tears were merely for the loss of his own glory and riches; he had not truly grasped the magnitude of the wrongs he had committed.
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