In a certain community in White Emperor City, inside an old house.

Hu Su opened his eyes, struggled to get up and sat in his wheelchair, and came to the window, where the bright sunlight sprinkled every corner of the room, and the dust floated in the beam.

It seemed to rain last night.

Gold...

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