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Fang Che sped through the cold night wind, heading towards the destination indicated by the Golden Horned Flood Dragon.
The wind was bone-chilling.
He didn't know what he was feeling inside, just a tangle of emotions like a mess of twine.
Usually, Ren Chang was very silent, not saying much throughout the day. Fang Che would often head out on patrol as soon as he arrived, almost having no impression of him.
The only thing that left an impression was one sentence.
"...Another day has passed."
This was what Ren Chang would say every single day.
So much so that every time Ren Chang said this sentence, those still in the hall would begin preparing to clock out.
Those in a good mood would even repeat it with a smile every time Ren Chang said it.
Whenever Ren Chang rose, as soon as he opened his mouth, several people would echo, "Another day has passed!"
