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At three o'clock in the morning, Mu Yihang was lying quietly on the hospital bed. With the changes in his brain waves, when the doctor came, he had left quietly. There was no trace of pain on his face, but more relief. Li Qinglin, who rushed over after hearing the news, turned pale and burst into tears. She held his hand and said, "Yihang, are you punishing me with your life? I can't live without you. How will you let me spend the rest of my life?" In this silent night, there were only bursts of sobs, without belated relief and farewell. He left, leaving her with lifelong regrets. She would never meet the second Mu Yihang. His life ended at the age of twenty-five, and so is their story.