Yet, mistakes can be forgiven, but crimes remain forever—they are unhealable scars that no one can erase.
With a low roar of remorse, he slammed his fist hard onto the tabletop, and Lin Xizhe could no longer hold back his tears of agony in front of an outsider.
Heng Fu smiled mischievously, plotting something else in his mind. He then tossed down the fire seed right on schedule, and the mournful wails of the man-faced tiger echoed from below.
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