It was him after all.
When the swaying oil-paper umbrella fell, blocking the falling wind and rain, and also blocking his sight, Zane Shen's heart turned thousands of times, but in the end nothing was left, but those two simple words---
It's him.
that is it.
The hustle and bustle of the world disappeared at this moment. The choking smell of smoke and earth that was originally mixed in the cold and humid air dissipated completely, and was replaced by the sandalwood fragrance that had lingered in his old dreams for a long time.
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