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Chu Dazhuang stood there, looking at the coffins, his eyes growing increasingly moist, his vision blurring more and more.
Guilt and self-reproach swept over Chu Dazhuang's entire body.
He slightly opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but then, he closed his mouth again.
Chu Dazhuang didn't know what to say, in his eyes, there was nothing but guilt.
He stepped forward, taking steps one by one, but felt that these few steps were incredibly slow.
Each step felt as heavy as a thousand catties.
After a long time, Chu Dazhuang slightly lifted his head and looked ahead.
The incense smoke curled, and three sticks of it made a light crackling sound, but Chu Dazhuang only felt more desolate.
After a long time, he spoke softly.
"I'm sorry."
Chu Dazhuang paused, his throat trembling. These few words squeezed out of his throat as if penetrating directly through the last barrier in his heart.
In the void, there was the sound of a snap.
