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A long time ago there was a Peerless Academy. The young samurai who died generously and the artistic young man who rose to the top alone. The past, the future. This story begins with a young man named "Cao Wenhuan" and ends with his own hands.

We have the same heart across mountains and rivers, and we have known each other for thousands of years, and we will never change our original aspiration. What the young man across from me said to me with a smile still echoed in my ears. Her retreating figure disappeared from my memory. At that time, he seemed to have answered something, but he seemed not to have answered anything at all. She invaded my world, but I don't hate her. They and their stories, whether they exist or not, will never cease to flow forever.