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There are almost no tourists. Akita sat by the window, looking out the window motionless. It's already late autumn. As the train enters Xiangxi, this sense of season becomes more apparent. The mountains, dyed with red maples and yellow ginkgo, are like a piece of flowered cloth thrown away by girls, and beauty and loneliness are tangled together. These scenery are very consistent with Akita's mood at the moment, and she definitely didn't come here for the autumn scenery, not to relive it, or to feel nostalgic. She came back to enjoy it. Yimo is her daughter, who just celebrated her sixteenth birthday last week. Li Yimo helped each other. Every time she thinks of her daughter's name, Akita feels like she's been stabbed in the heart. Over the past ten years, there has always been a hole in her heart where love and hate have been intertwined, and a few streams of blood will gush out if she's not careful.
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