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The dense plain umbrella almost exuded a demonic aura in the twilight. The ribs of the umbrella were slightly red, and the delicate hands holding the umbrella became increasingly white. The person holding the umbrella knelt and sat in front of the waning moon, which was as clear as a mirror, with a calm and pious expression. It didn't move for a long time. After a while, she curled her lips and said, "It's good for you, you died easily." After a long time, she smiled silently, lowered her eyes, and said vaguely, "But, I can't live without you in this life." She stood up slowly holding the umbrella, her clear eyes were neither sad nor happy, her raven hair was scattered on the ground, she was as beautiful as a painting. "I will seal this umbrella into Jiuyi." She stretched out her hand as if to touch the waning moon, but in the end she stopped halfway. Suddenly, she smiled, dressed in white clothes, and turned around to leave. ... "Qinghu, when you come back to this world, I will definitely give it to you with both hands."
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