In the midsummer of July, when Guan Chen, with a stubble on his face and a tired look, opened the door of the rental house, Wang Xin'an's already cold body had begun to rot. It's too late, all the explanations and struggles are too late. After that, Guan Chen withdrew from the fight for the British inheritance, cut off all contact with Guan Lin, who had beaten Wang Xin'an, and after scattering Wang Xin'an's ashes into the sea, he disappeared from the city of Wanming, silently like raindrops blending into the sea. In those passing years, we have always tried every possible means to pursue and satisfy our desires, but inadvertently, we have lost what we really care about. You are like the deep sea, I have drowned long ago.
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