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... ng time, Gu Moqian moved his gaze back, holding a black umbrella, stepping on the fallen leaves scattered everywhere, slowly walking toward the woman’s tombstone.
The rain gradually intensified, hitting the black umbrella with a crackling sound, surrounded by mist in the cemetery, leaving only him alone.
The solitary black figure stood motionless before the tombstone, the rain like beads on a broken string dripping from the edge of the umbrella. In the curtain of rain, Gu Moqian’ ...
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