Lu Jiuchen suddenly remembered a night long ago. Time was so chaotic that he forgot which year it was. The sound of water dripping on the bluestone echoed all night long. The teenage Gabriel Zhuo dropped the wine jar and asked, "Can you see the future?"
"...I can't see it."
"I can see that."
Gabriel Zhuo stretched out his hand, the young man's thin arm pointed straight to the night sky in the distance. The sea of stars was vast and the Milky Way was endless. The Cang and Shang were alternating with each other. "---I saw myself as an uncrowned king, I saw myself dying in battle on the ancient wolf smoke road..."
Gabriel Zhuo walked over, her long robe sleeves dragging on the luxurious carpet with repeated patterns, revealing a beautiful wrist with pale blue veins. Lu Jiuchen stood in front of him, staring into his eyes, and every note in the wind was scattered and broken.
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