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Oh how tragic, our life is so vain, it is just the phantom of memory. --Chateaubriand. The city often has typhoons. At this time, the familiar high-rise alleys exude a strange feeling, shrouded in a dense mercury network woven by the pouring wind and rain, making everything indistinguishable. Su Su sat in a room with closed doors and windows, as if Xu Hanwen was imprisoned in Jinshan Temple in front of the flood, and Lin'an was also a foreign land he did not know. The sky gradually fell into darkness. She sat in the deep darkness, thinking about the play in which Bai Suzhen tragically sang "Hate hate hate, hate the Buddha's power, how can you teach me to live such a good night", the sound of the harp played back and forth to suppress the panic of the human voice, this deep panic and determination, it seemed that she was the only one left in the world. She likes to call him Luo Sheng.
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