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Chu Ying was the only one left in the room, with only one lamp. Facing this unfamiliar room and everything in it, Chu Ying suddenly felt how lonely she was. In his distant and vague memory, there seems to have been a life in which there was also the caress of family and innocent laughter. But all of this suddenly disappeared in one day. What remained in his heart was only a trace of warmth that could never be forgotten and a hatred that could never be burned out.

Horses are not thin when the west wind blows on the ancient road, and there are no heartbroken people when the sun sets in the west. A snow-white horse, followed by a young man in his twenties, wearing a silver-gray gown, facing the west wind, trampling the horse's hooves, walking on this ancient road with fluttering yellow leaves. As soon as the sun sets, the sky gradually becomes dark, and it's time for passers-by to stay in the hotel. But the young man was not in a hurry. He looked at the desolate and uninhabited wilderness with a leisurely and unrestrained expression. Suddenly, something caught the young man's eyes. On the curved road ahead, a car, two tall horses, and a driver appeared.