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Heavy snow comes with the cold winter.
The streets seemed to be made of silver, so bright and brilliant.
Long icicles, like crystal daggers, hung in front of the eaves. The breath of pedestrians also turned into puffs of white smoke.
The young general held a long shining sword in his hand, pointed at it and asked me: "For the sake of the past, I will spare your life. All I have to do is tell you all your plans."
"Don't even think about it." My eyes were full of hatred and I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth. "General, please kill my concubine."
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Determination: How can we be defeated by the love of our children when we shoulder heavy responsibilities?
