“And perhaps it was never meant for us to cling to. No matter whom the paper originally belonged to, this is a page from the Book of Fortune—a book that no one owns,” the king said. “So, perhaps, it is time for the paper to return to the book.” A wind skimmed the water, and Minli could see her anxious face as pale and as white as the moon reflected in it. “You only lose what you cling to,” the king repeated to himself. He glanced again at the paper and then looked at Minli. A serene expression settled on his face and then he quietly smiled and said, “So, by choosing to give you the line, I do
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