Jason Yang's voice dissipated in the wind.
A line of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes and passed through the corners of his mouth, tasting salty and bitter.
Ten years of longing, ten years of not wanting to see each other, ten years of suffering...with this one glance, it all turned into pure murderous intent.
He will never forget that he lived in darkness for the past ten years.
He will never forget that in the past ten years, he was like a termite, searching for hope in despair.
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