Slowly, Shi Dao fell down, and blood spurted out from his Yintang mouth. Along with the crystal liquid around his eyes, it flowed down, staining the bamboo leaves on the ground red. The rain was still making the bamboo leaves rustle. The world in front of him gradually blurred. Then, a hoarse voice muffled in his throat, "I may have never shed tears of love in my life, but I have never forgotten the tears of love."
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