Su Yuchen watched the strand of hair in Gu Jiuliang’s hand, his expression entirely unmoved.
Was there anything truly remarkable about a person growing white hair? Life, old age, sickness, and death—these were things beyond anyone’s control. If one were to dwell on such matters, it would only breed needless anxiety without any tangible benefit.
Seeing that Su Yuchen had no intention of engaging with him, Gu Jiuliang felt he was merely wasting his breath.
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