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The young man's life was magnificent because of her. She was once a beam of light that gave him a new lease of life. He once wore a strong sword, and his thin voice and shadow split out thousands of red lights. Time and power became blurred, as if an illusory dream was about to connect with reality. He was once a hero, a young hero who swept the wind and clouds with one shot and one sword, and the young hero who rode lightly on thousands of miles of dust with his white horse. He was burdened with hatred and expectations, and fate showed him the power of the abyss. You should have fallen! But seeing the wind and clouds surging, the young man holding the sword was confused.