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Shen Chunzhi stood in front of the window, and the moonlight outside the window shone on his slightly pale face. He held a piece of paper tightly in his hand. It was the handwriting left by Jiang Muye, and the words revealed deep emotions. There was an incredible light in his eyes, and the gentle confession on the note seemed to still linger in his ears, but what followed was the cruel news of death. At this moment, his heart hurt as if it was being torn apart. Joy and sorrow were intertwined, making him almost unable to breathe.