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... ger had any doubts that this person wasn't his cousin. This further relieved the guilt he felt over the decades. The ever-looming thought of being directly responsible for Wei Wuyin's death was maddening. He didn't dare try to confirm if the Wei Wuyin in the outside world and the Wei Wuyin he knew were one and the same.


If it wasn't...


The two seemed to have traveled back in the past when they were young children who would traverse the mountains and forests unsupervis ...

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