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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