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Apricot blossom cold rain, peach blossom rubbing, pear blossom breaking people's heart. This is a song sung to beauties. They appear with a full body of splendor, and then never leave. Even after going through the cycle of life and death again and again, what can't be lost is always the love that is full of posthumous hatred. Death, perhaps not the end, but means the beginning of the next encounter. In the first life, she was indifferent, he was arrogant, a chess match. But when she...