摘要
We smile with daggers beneath the relentless rain, a rain that no longer cleanses our sins. The souls of Murim are stained with their grievances, while the world is manipulated like a puppet show. The only way to survive is to release our grip and let go.
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寫檢討作者 ZaDouk