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When my breath condensed into frost flowers, and ferocious ice patterns were outlined on the partially hidden window lattice, I realized that even the shadows had fangs growing on the wall. In the moonlight-soaked brick cracks, countless small black shadows surged like a tide, gnawing at the outline of my reality. Claw marks appeared on my neck in the mirror, while the warmth on my fingertips continued to drain away - it turned out that from the moment I breathed out the white frost, my shadow had already been swallowed up by You Meng, leaving only a body, in the intertwining strangulation of reality and reality, repeating this horrific reincarnation endlessly.

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