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Pulling the fleeting bamboo horse, not seeing the resentment of the childhood sweethearts, smiling towards Nuan Su, knowing Qing Huan in the golden years, lowering his eyebrows, turning around, cutting off the front edge of the red thread, looking back, looking forward to picking her up in the dim light of the night. I once longed for myself to be collected, properly placed, and carefully preserved... I didn't expect that voice to pass through the two tall bodies in front of me, and hit her straight, penetrating her body, and the pain made her liver and gallbladder split apart...