An ordinary life always has its extraordinary ups and downs. A seemingly prosperous scene always hides filth beneath the surface. A crimson wound plucks a string in the heart; a lifeless face stirs a trace of pity. Beneath the ice, a heart beats softly, like a candle flickering in the wind. Lift your head and gaze upward, waiting for the day when a shaft of light will unearth hope buried beneath the snow and bring it back into the daylight.
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This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
Commentary on the fifth campus chapter of "I am with a Slave" by No. 9 Mao Yu.