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After my fiancé died in a car accident, I locked myself in my home for two years. Staring at the ceiling and crying every day, my hair turns gray overnight. Until that day, I kowtowed and went up the mountain to pray to gods and Buddhas with my forehead stained with blood. When I opened my eyes again, I actually returned to the night half a month before the car accident. Watching Zhou Che chatting, laughing and clinking glasses with his brothers not far away, my hot tears reminded me of the reality of all this.