Only the thick blood tears, from the shattered visage, meandered down.
Fell into the hungry dust, disappearing without a trace.
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"Thank you for your help, Mr. Ji."
Ni Lin silently finished his last supper, slowly stood up, and solemnly bowed to Ji Jue in front of him, offering sincere homage and gratitude in the manner of the White Country.
Ji Jue hesitated, ultimately did not speak.
"I'm sorry, at this point, I have nothing to repay you with, and in the future, we will probably not meet again."
Ni Lin hesitated for a moment, took out a somewhat old notebook from his pocket, and presented it with both hands, bowing his head in shame: "These years, I've raised some children, and if I don't come back, those kids will..."
Ji Jue remained indifferent and did not take it.
