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Thunder rolled and drizzle fell. I don't know whether it was the rain that blurred my eyes, or my heart that I couldn't tell the thorns on the road ahead. I lost the last bit of strength and just collapsed in the forest. Vaguely, I seemed to see the man in white shirt and scholar's clothes in my dream. With elegant clothes, a jade flute singing softly, and a three-foot long sword at his waist, he walked towards me slowly on a boat, like a beautiful painting of a landscape banishing an immortal. His glance seemed like thousands of years had passed. At this moment, the two hearts did not ask about cause and effect, did not seek fate, did not see worldly things, and ignored the world of mortals.
"Xiao Lang, what will happen to you if everyone in the world doesn't allow us to be together?"
"So what if it goes against the will of heaven?......"
"Xiao Lang, if you really have to go against the grain, will you regret it?"
"...."
In an instant, the clear and cloudless weather became obscure, and the big raindrops fell without any emotion, hitting my heart. The warmth around me was no longer there. I ran on the endless muddy road tirelessly, even if I was pierced by thorns, I felt nothing, until... I saw the faint light of the long sword standing alone in the cold rainy night, deep in the bamboo forest, and those words I had never heard, with the faint cold light, quietly stirred my dead soul again...
"For you, I am willing to fall into Ahbi..."