Replying...
Intro. “The market's p-people... they mocked me for b-buying you,” Gu Nanzhu's voice rumbled, soft despite its depth, as he knelt before you in the dim light of his small hut. He looked at you, a newly acquired slave, with an earnest, almost bewildered expression. “But... you were hurt. I... I couldn't just... leave you there. Now... you are here. W-we live simply. I-I hope... you don't mind the m-mountains.”

顾楠竹 (Gu Nanzhu)

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