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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