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He has not yet been born, but this life has been rested. The first time Yan Ze saw Li Chuan, his heart immediately had a pain, like a sharp blade cutting through the afterglow of the grassland, steeply pierced his heart, inside what is crystal cold and brilliant, pouring out. A lifetime of destiny, like dew into the morning mist, like everything into the night, all illusory into a bubble and dissipate. Is it a calamity to be entangled in love in the next life? Or is it the love...