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Ah Qian was so sad that he wanted to cry loudly, but he could not make any sound as if his neck was stuck. He could only hear the intermittent sound of the flute. He struggled to open his eyes. After adapting to the glare of the sun, what he saw was the pear blossoms as white as jade. He suddenly realized: "Oh, it turns out that I am not dead, it is just a dream." Ah Qian looked at the blue sky through the white pear blossoms with dull eyes. His mind was filled with blood redness and his ice-cold face. He raised his hands to cover his eyes in pain, as if he could brush away the blood redness and cold face. Time passes so gently and quietly...