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Returning to the cabin, lying on the bed, I fell into a sleepless state. In front of my eyes, Coconut's long eyelashes, big bright eyes, graceful lip line, and the crystal drop of water falling on her neck appeared again. They are like beautiful butterflies flying in the grass on the road, rising and falling, disappearing and appearing. I fell into an illusion again. I held the hand of Coconut and walked by a clear river. Countless red afterglows filtered through the willow branches and scattered on his face. He wore a light green silk skirt, and his long hair was dancing in the wind...