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The breeze was blowing on the asphalt road filled with afterglow, and the remaining rainwater on the road reflected a young man with an ordinary face, who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old. The young man has a delicate face, and his short hair is slightly fluttering in the wind. He is wearing cheap street goods that cost no more than thirty yuan. If you look closely, you will find a few rough patches on the faded trousers. "It's been seven years, but this feeling still won't go away, Yun Nian." The young man murmured softly.

"If possible, I don't want power. I miss you so much." "Stop crying, my heart will hurt too." "Let this flame burn away the darkness in the world!"