Women are drunk with a drop of tear, men's hearts are broken with a rub; love is tired, hate is tired, love or hate is tasteless. Don't say you're wrong, don't say I'm right, no right or wrong. The mystery of life... How many people can guess right? Love is a cup of wine, everyone will be drunk!

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Long Yaochen left the room, leaving only his residual breath and deep sadness in the dark room under the moonlight. Peng Yuegong waited outside and watched Longyaochen come out and bow slightly. Longyaochen handed him the box in his hand and said lightly, "Handled."

Yue Yue looked down at Xia Yimo's...