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I never believe in fate, because that is just an excuse left to the lucky ones... --Sanhe As the train entered the track, it suddenly became dark, and then there was a rumbling sound. After a while, the sound gradually disappeared. When the light returned again, the dazzling force forced the passengers to rub their eyes with their hands and open them slightly before they could adapt again. It was dinner time, and the air was filled with the mixed aromas of farm stir-fries, instant noodles, milk, and fluffy bread. Under the influence of the air conditioner, this aroma continued to ferment and turned into a taste of youth. That's a note...