Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

tood. He always faced everything with dejection. He did not have any expectations for the world, just muddling through in a chaotic way.“Life is meaningless.”, “No matter how hard you try, it’s useles...clearly acknowledged the accusation and didn't stop Ji Wotu from reshuffling the cards.Bi Zhu Po didn't greet them, she walked toward the iron fence by herself. Jiang Wang followed her silently."Hey!"...