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For the first time, he put a wedding dress on her with his own hands, and watched her go to the imperial capital, where he hated all kinds of mortals... The second time, he painted her eyebrows with his own hands, and watched her go to purgatory, which he hated so much, and to the underworld... The third time, he could no longer see her. This time she came from the mortal world, from the underworld, and came to his side. For the rest of his life, the red clothes looked like blood... A few years later, Zhuyou stared at the Xiangliu stone statue in the villa in a daze. In the year he remembered, the junior sister's red clothes looked like blood, and the master's white clothes fluttered...
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