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... ger heavy with the suffocating weight of the past; instead, it felt like the stillness of a mirror-calm lake after a violent storm.
Shen Haoran now sat perfectly still, his spine straight, his golden eyes clear and unclouded.
The journey through his own memories—the vivid dissection of his loneliness and his hidden, desperate hope for an equal—had acted as a baptism of the soul.
The fractured pieces of his heart seemed to knit together, not into a soft vulnerability, but ...
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