The expression on Luna''s face was complicated.


    Sometimes relaxed, sometimes a little tight.


    Knocking on the door of those memories, the dusty memories are like candies wrapped in oil paper.


    Looking back suddenly, what I tasted was not necessarily sweet, but more likely bitter.


    After pondering for about half a minute, Luna slowly spoke.


    "This matter was not a secret among the tribe back then."


    "But it''s quite twisty."


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