Chapter 1024 The Long May

Before we knew it, it was already May of the year 509 AD, and people on the streets were wearing fewer and fewer clothes. Gao Xu sat in the cab of the Silver Horse, turned his head and said slowly, "Looking back on the past ten months, I seem to have forgotten my worries, and I feel more and more numb. It may also be that I am too busy to care. But I always feel that no matter how big the matter is, people's feelings are not intuitive, at least not as much as they imagine."